"4.5 Hearts!...Trixie Stilletto has presented us with a well-written, very fast-paced story. This is definitely not a book for the faint of heart. However, it is an interesting tale of two people who connect quickly. Her characters were very likeable and believable. Though they heated up instantly, there was a storyline woven throughout the book. It was not just a sex story. Emotionally charged, it was an attention grabber. I couldn’t put the book down...I recommend this book to all who like graphic sensuality that is still in great taste. You will enjoy it I’m sure."--Brenda Talley, The Romance Studio
"4.5 Stars!...Simply an hysterical book!...Both Brad and Lisa are totally true to life and I felt as though their lives were real. There were secondary characters, mostly other firefighters, who were equally lifelike...Brad convinces Lisa that he really does want to have sex with her and their sexual encounters were hot, hot, HOT! Ms. Stilletto's plot was perfect and I found myself laughing out loud as these great characters try to work out their problems. Ms. Stilletto's books are generally wonderful reads; if you haven't ever read her books, Five Alarm Love is a great place to start."--Marcy Arbitman, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
...His arms, strong and heavy, wrapped around her, snuggling her closer to his body. What a body it was, too.
He was hard and hot everywhere she came in contact with him. His chest smushed her breasts and it felt so good she wanted to be even closer.
The hard ridge of his abdomen against her round stomach made her hungry to run her mouth and hands over him without any barrier between their skin. Below his hips, the ridge of his cock against his jeans was a delicious torture. She would only change one thing.
“I wish you were naked,” she whispered, her lips centimeters away from his. “I wish I could feel you everywhere.”
He stepped back, and she wished she hadn’t said anything because his arms weren’t around her now.
“That’s easy,” he said, starting to remove his shirt. “I wish the same. I want tonight to be all about your wishes and making them come true.”
Lisa gulped. It’d been a long time since she stripped for a man who wasn’t Johnny. She wasn’t sure if it was a good idea, especially with a light on. He’d taken his shirt off, and she gulped at the sight before her. Firemen were noted for their bodies…it came from lugging around the heavy hoses and equipment according to the research she’d done for an article years ago, but she had never experienced it firsthand.
“Wow,” she said on a breath. Her hand was on his chest without her realizing her arm had moved. Her fingers trailed over his well-defined shoulders and then along the edge of an amazing pectoral muscle that flexed in response. His nipple was a yummy looking chocolate against his bronze skin. He had just enough hair for her to play in, but not so much she needed to get out the Weedwhacker. She hungered for so many things she forgot all about clothes. And he did say this was about delivering on wishes.
She leaned down and started kissing her way across his chest. She let her tongue do an extended cruise around that nipple and it turned out to be a succulent little button. She could have happily stayed there, but since this was shaping up to be a sensual buffet, she might as well see what else was on the table.
He had a perfect hair trail nestled between his breasts. He smelled clean and tasted heavenly, so she let her fingers play a little there as she sprinkled kisses along the bare skin that formed a barrier to the hair. Moving downward over his washboard abs, she tried to express her delight in what he offered with murmurs and encouragement.
Finally, she reached his pants. On her knees in front of him, she lifted her mouth and looked up at him. She wanted to see his face as she took this next step.
His eyes were closed, hands fisted at his sides and breathing ragged, showing he was enjoying the sensation of her mouth on him but exercising control, letting her set the tone. She had the thought that if a jeans designer photographed him just like this, shirt off, jeans riding low on his hips, erection straining the button fly, the pants would sail off the shelves in amazing numbers. No woman could resist this, even if her man would never look the same. Lisa certainly couldn’t resist and, at least for this night, she didn’t have to.
She licked the edge of his stomach just above the top button, then traced the button with the tip of her finger before easing it open. She kissed the small round of skin revealed, then moved to the second button, using the same technique.
She discovered two things very quickly. He’d gone commando and his cock wasn’t false advertising. By the third button, the moist tip was winking invitingly at her. She dipped her tongue into the slit, getting a taste of his essence.
Although her sense of taste loved this exploration, the rest of her senses were feeling left out. She let her left hand move up his chest and play there, while using her right to continue opening his pants. She tweaked his nipple, and he spread his legs, thrusting his cock closer to her mouth. She was all for that...