«Se potessi entrare nella mia testa,» sibilò a denti stretti, «allora capiresti. Capiresti perché mi tengo lontano dall’amore, dalle relazioni, e il motivo di questa sensazione continua di solitudine che mi logora ogni giorno.»«Ma tu non lasci entrare nessuno nella tua testa, Castiel!»Sentì una fitta all’altezza della gola e strinse il bicchiere così forte nella mano che temette di poterlo fare a pezzi.«Forse nessuno ci è mai riuscito, non credi?»«Allora porta il tuo inferno fuori e lasciami capire.»Castiel posò il bicchiere sul tavolo senza bere neanche un sorso. Afferrò i polsi sottili di Emily e l’attirò a sé.«Ti ho baciata,» cominciò febbrile, «perché non ho avuto la forza di resistere. E ti ho chiesto di restare perché non riuscivo a darmi pace. Tu sei l’unica che mi fa questo effetto.»«Castiel…»«Non posso essere il tuo ragazzo, non posso dedicarmi a te come farebbe Eric. E a dire la verità, non ne ho alcuna intenzione.» avvicinò le labbra alle sue e respirò piano, fremendo. «Ma se mi darai quello che voglio, io ti darò ciò di cui hai bisogno.»Finalmente si sentì appagato. La baciò con ferocia, come se volesse consumarla, ma quando si accorse che lei lo stava assecondando, si calmò.

Here’s what happens when a single mom meets New York City’s hottest fireman…“Then…seductively…as if he received instruction not from the FDNY’s training school but at Chippendale’s…he slowly inches each suspender off his bare shoulders.”“You must know that exhilarating feeling of a man’s body on top of yours, all that power and muscle pressing you into the bed, the glorious taste of his tongue in your mouth, the manly scent that washes over you and makes you want to melt underneath him.”“Let’s not forget about his nine inches of shapely fireman hose dangling so close in front of my face the scent launches me into a blissful fever.”“Every place he touches contradicts his chosen profession, because instead of putting out a fire he surely starts one.”“I’m so darn helpless in the arms of this powerful, young, ripped personification of New York’s Bravest that I feel myself about to erupt in the most earth shattering explosion since Mount Vesuvius last announced her presence.”“I wonder if he could be enticed to show us a few maneuvers on the brass pole.”“He orchestrates his own personal opera, inspiring high notes with kisses and licks along my elongated nipples, and deep moans with hands that caress my belly.”“We are drawn uncontrollably to each other and have no power to resist, only the tremendous desire to experience everything in its most intense form.

I’ve never quite mastered the art of holding my liquor,” she replied. He watched her root around in her purse a moment, before pulling out a tube of lip balm.As Jonas watched her apply it, he nearly got distracted from her answer. Leaning forward, Jonas murmured, “Can’t hold your liquor, huh?”She replaced the cap and dropped it back into her purse. “Not so much. I tend to get a bit too happy.”His eyebrows shot up and his cock came to full-alert status. Happy--he liked the sound of that. “And that’s a bad thing?”To his utter shock, Deanna blushed. “In my case it is.”Curiosity got the better of him. “Care to explain?”The waiter returned with the check, forcing Jonas to drop the conversation while he fished out his credit card. Once they were alone again, Jonas waited, hoping Deanna would go into more detail. She didn’t disappoint him. “All my inhibitions disappear. It’s not a comfortable feeling for me.”She was killing him. An immediate picture of a carefree Deanna sprang to mind. He liked it a hell of a lot. “Most people enjoy letting it all hang out every once in a while. Taking life too seriously leads to an early grave.” “Maybe, but if I suddenly develop the urge, I’d rather be coherent.”“You don’t like to give up control,” he surmised.She cocked her head to the side, as if unsure how to respond at first. “It’s not that,” she said. “I guess if I’m in the mood to go romping naked through a forest, for example, then I don’t want alcohol to blur the memorable event for me.” She laughed. “I mean, I’d want to remember a crazy moment like that. Wouldn’t you?”No doubt about it, Jonas liked the way the lady’s mind worked. “You had me at ‘running naked’.” Deanna snorted. “You need serious help.