Into the Light (The Light #1)(74)

Magical sounds escaped her lips as I looped my fingers in the waistband of her panties and slowly lowered them down her legs and over her cast. Beginning at her exposed ankle, I tenderly kissed the insides of her legs, alternating between them, each touch of my lips higher than the one before. Though her skin was covered in goose bumps and her muscles tightened, she willingly opened herself, allowing me full access.

“Oh, oh,” she panted, her hands clenching the sheets as my tongue lapped her essence.

With each taste, a war raged within me. My hardening erection demanded what my mouth was enjoying. Sara’s bucking hips and sexy moans encouraged my every move, prompting my tongue to delve deeper. Though I suspected she wasn’t a virgin, I’d also spent enough time around other men to know that I was large, larger than most, and I didn’t want to hurt her. She’d be able to handle my girth better after she’d released. Lapping and sucking, I continued tormenting her body until her muscles tensed and she called out my name.

“Oh, God, Jacob, that . . . that . . .”

Slowly, I worked my way up her beautiful body until she was completely surrounded.

Reaching for my face, she pulled my lips to hers and dove inside.

While our tongues intertwined, I positioned myself, ready to claim my wife. “If I’m too heavy, we can do what you . . .”

“Please, take me,” she breathlessly interrupted. “I need you inside of me.”

It wasn’t a request she needed to make twice. Back and forth, I moved as she shifted her hips. Once I was completely buried, I stilled and gazed down at my wife. She was so damn beautiful. In the light of our first time, I didn’t see her hair. I saw the contented smile on the face of the woman who was completely mine. I’d already claimed her mind; her answer when I’d asked if she deserved to be corrected told me that. Now I also had her body.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, her hands holding my shoulders.

“Nothing.” I kissed her grin. “I’m just watching the loveliest woman in the world and thinking how damn lucky I am.”

Her cheeks flushed, and I began to shift my hips. Our movements and rhythms occurred in sync. While one gave the other took, and then we’d switch, always giving more. My lips teased her nipples, kissed her lips, and moved everywhere in between.

Father Gabriel had given me this woman, my wife. Though I’d resisted, with our bodies united I couldn’t ignore the overwhelming emotion she evoked. The passion of our fervent desire filled our room. When she once again detonated, her legs stiffened, sounds escaped her lips, and her body hugged mine from within. The spasms pushed me over the edge: one final thrust and with a guttural groan I collapsed, our bodies still connected.

With reckless disregard for the possibilities our futures held, I kissed my wife and whispered, “I love you.”

Her demure grin returned. “I love you too. It’s just . . .” She didn’t finish her sentence.

“What?”

She shook her head. “I’m embarrassed.”

Easing out, I lay on my side, pulled her close, and spooned with her, her back against my front. Holding her in my arms, I peppered the top of her head with kisses. “You can always tell me anything. Why are you embarrassed?”

She shrugged in my embrace. “Maybe I’m more ashamed.”

“You’ve piqued my curiosity.”

Her neck craned to brush her lips to mine. “I just can’t believe I couldn’t remember that. I mean, it was like, wow.” Her hands came up to cover her face. “See, I’m blushing.”

My chest vibrated with soft laughter. She may have been blushing, but while her confession stoked my ego, the proximity of her soft, naked body had me considering a second round. Part of me was on its way to recovery at that very second. It was the scent of her shampoo, the flowery aroma, that brought our most recent problem back to my mind. I rolled her to her back and kissed her nose. Playing with the ends of her hair, I smiled, hoping she could hear it in my voice. “It’s cute.”

She exhaled and pursed her lips.

“It is!” I exclaimed.

“No, it’s not. I’m ugly. I know you like my hair.” She burrowed her face into my chest. “Liked.”

I brushed her cheek. “I like your hair. I love you, no matter what your hair looks like.”

“But I’m ugly.”

I caressed her arm, her warmth combining with mine. “Sara Adams, you could never be ugly. Even if you were bald, you’re the most gorgeous woman in the world. And by the way, you’re not allowed to argue with me. If I say you’re beautiful, you’re beautiful.”

“I don’t even remember what color it is.”

I laughed. “It’s the most beautiful color of corn silk and sunshine.”

Her neck straightened. “So it is blonde?”

I drew her face to mine. With our noses touching, I nodded. “It is.”

She cuddled closer. “Thank you.”

Inhaling the combined scent of flowers and lovemaking, I sighed, “No, Sara, thank you.” And then I remembered the time of night and how I’d found her. “Have you eaten? Are you hungry?”

She pulled away. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m not, but I’ll make you . . .”

I hugged her tight. “I’m not hungry. Like I’ve told you before, you’re mine, all mine, and you’re my responsibility. I wanted to be sure you’re all right.”