Into the Light (The Light #1)

One finger, in and out, and then two . . .

I tasted his salty skin as my tongue and lips kissed and sucked his bristly neck. My grip on his broad shoulders tightened as my body mindlessly moved to his touch. When my breathing quickened and I was ready to quake in his grasp, his strong arms lifted me, pinning me to the wet tile. As he continued his erotic assault, eliciting my pleasure, pushing me toward the edge, my legs tightened around his waist. Just before I fell to ecstasy, his fingers disappeared, and we came together.

“O-oh, God, Jacob,” I moaned. My core clenched as I adjusted to accommodate his size. The delicious stretch filled me, electrifying every nerve in my body. From my fingers to my toes, sparks ignited.

“You feel so good,” Jacob said. “I’ll never get enough of being inside of you.”

“It’s where I want you,” I purred.

His lips captured mine, swallowing my words and sounds. Our tongues danced to the song our bodies sang. He created the rhythm, but the melody came from both of us. The combination of his resonating hiss, my whimpers of desire, and the slap of skin against skin filled the shower with the indistinguishable sound of two people moving in sync and lost in one another. Up and down we moved, until the sparks he’d ignited detonated.

As I teetered once again on the edge, my breath stuttered and my legs tightened.

He didn’t stop. He knew my body better than I did. He knew the signs that I was close. Nipping my breast, he commanded, “Come on, Sara, come for me.”

Fireworks, volcanoes, and stars falling from the sky paled in comparison to the explosion.

I cried out as every cell inside me discharged, leaving me shattered, held together only by his arms. Holding tight, I clung to his neck as wave after wave rippled through me, instigating uncontrollable spasms. Another thrust and I opened my eyes in time to watch his handsome face go from strain to utter bliss. Seconds later Jacob’s eyes met mine and I smiled.

Seeing him like this let me know just how much influence I had over my husband. He was in charge of our lives, but I held power too. With a sly grin, I admitted, “I may not be able to stand.”

His smile grew. “I’ve got you.”

Exhaling, I said, “I think you’ll have to let me go. I’m not exactly ready for work.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” He kissed my forehead. “I’ll help you with that too.”

My kisses trailed from his shoulder to his chest as he lowered my feet to the floor. “How did I get such a helpful husband?”

“Lucky, I guess,” Jacob said with a smirk as he reached for my shampoo.

I felt my cheeks rise, loving his expression and the tone of his voice. I didn’t know—and couldn’t ask—about things on the Assembly or with his flying, but I knew that lately he’d seemed stressed. It wasn’t anything he’d said, more what he hadn’t. The only thing he’d shared was that Xavier, the pilot who came to the Northern Light, had been ill and until there was a replacement, there was more work for him and Brother Micah.

Though I wanted to help, without being disobedient and questioning all I could do was help him relax. Running was one way, but I witnessed his expression of pure bliss only after we’d come together as one. Even if I hadn’t loved every second of making love to my husband—and I did—I’d willingly have given myself to see that.

As he massaged shampoo into my hair, the scent of flowers replaced the musk, and the warm water continued to rain.

“Do you think I could ever go away with you? So we wouldn’t need to be apart,” I asked.

Behind me Jacob tensed. I spun around, putting my small hands on his chest. “I’m sorry if I shouldn’t have said that.”

One side of his lips turned upward. “Don’t be sorry for wanting to be with me. I love having you with me.”

I exhaled and turned back around. “I know I have my job, and it couldn’t be done without permission, but if I could, I’d love that too.”

“No matter where we are, I love you.” He kissed my neck.

As I craned my neck toward his lips, my heart was full. We kissed. “I love you too.”





CHAPTER 32


Jacob


The small airstrip nestled in an unassuming valley of the Rocky Mountains was near Whitefish, Montana, as the crow flies. To drive from Whitefish to the Western Light required off-road vehicles. Accessing the Western Light’s campus by land was almost as difficult as driving to the Northern Light, in Alaska. That was Father Gabriel’s plan—keep them remote.