Page 25 of My Mail Order Valentine

His body against mine feels like a furnace. We both start to perspire heavily, but I don't care. I reach out and lick his jawline, tasting the salty liquid and wishing I could lick him all over his body. As the pressure builds inside me, I find I can't focus on anything but the moment we are living in right now.

When I think I can't stand the delicious torture anymore, Hunter shifts my hips in a way that lets him delve even deeper inside me. That's when he reaches my G spot, and I almost jump out of the bed. It brings on a tsunami of pleasure inside me, and I burst into a million little pieces.

I think I scratched Hunter's back pretty badly, but I still didn't let go because I wanted to feel him come inside me. He didn't disappoint. A few seconds later, while I was still riding the coattails of my own orgasm, Hunter exploded inside me. I feel the warm liquid spurting inside me, and it makes me come again.

This time, my scream is silent, and I just hold on to my lover, the man I love. Hunter collapses on me, and I just revel in this delicious feeling of being completely sexually sated. When he starts to move off me, he has to struggle a bit to get me to release him.

He lies on his back and then pulls me into his arms. We stay silent while our breaths even out, and I become a little shy. I don't know what to say about this beautiful experience. What comes out is clumsy, but it's the truth.

"Hunter, I'm dripping."

He sits up and looks between my legs, then makes as if to try and push his seed back inside me. I don't know why that turns me on, but it does. He leaves the bed, then comes back with a warm, damp towel and cleans me tenderly between my legs.

I find myself back in his arms, and this time, he pulls the sheet over us.

"Thank you for letting me be your first, Elena. You won't regret it."

I doubt I'll regret it. But later, my heart aches again when I go to the kitchen to warm some milk, and it boils over, leaving burnt stains all over the stove.

Chapter 8

Elena

After I cleaned up my mess, I sat in the living room and cried myself to sleep. Hunter found me there in the morning, but we had no time to talk. He had been called in for an emergency and had to leave immediately.

He gives me a quick kiss on the lips and starts to leave. Then he comes back and gives me a deeper, more passionate kiss before heading out.

I stare at that closed door for a few minutes. There's nothing for me to do. Evie is staying with the babysitter, so I try to do some work.

That turns out to be an impossible task because I'm distracted as well as worried for Hunter's well-being in his dangerous job.I pace around the cabin, trying to settle myself. It doesn't work. After a couple of hours, I know I'll go crazy if I don't find out more information about this emergency.

I get dressed and drive into town in Hunter's spare truck. I go directly to the fire station and am dismayed to see it's almost empty. This place is never empty like this. I walk around, trying to find someone who can give me information.

A kind soul gives me the captain's wife's number, and I put it in a safe place in my purse. I head to Perfect Brews, sit down, and call the number. The person answers almost immediately, and I feel guilty for startling her. She must be worried, too.

I explain who I am, and she decides to come over and talk to me at the coffee shop. I wait impatiently for her, and when she arrives, I almost bowl her over with the hug I give. I realize I don't know this woman, and she must think I’m a crazy person, so I let go.

"Thank you for meeting me here, Claire."

I show her to my booth, and we both take a seat. Carly comes almost immediately to take Claire's order, and we sit in silence, watching and measuring each other.

"First time dating a fireman, huh?"

"Am I overreacting? I mean, it's his job. He deals with danger often."

"I want to say you'll get used to it, but every woman is different."

"Should they have been gone this long? It's been six hours."

"It can take a while if the fire is big enough,” she explained patiently even though her hand trembled.

"What do you do to keep from going crazy?"

"I pray. Then I worry, then I pray again. Sometimes, all the wives and girlfriends get together and do an activity like quilting or crochet, serving coffee and tea, and telling stories about how our heroes have come home time and time again."

We talked for about two hours, and then she had to go make dinner for her kids. I stayed in the coffee shop until dark, alone with my thoughts of doom. I'm not religious, so I don't know if a prayer from me would help. Heck, I don't even know how to put together a prayer.

My phone buzzes, and I rush to grab it, hoping it’s Hunter. Instead, it’s Evie's babysitter. She had an emergency and needs me to pick her up. I hurry to get Hunter's daughter and take her home. She's fussy, but according to the babysitter, she’s been fed and is ready for bed.

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