Page 37 of Intimately Faithful

If Job could resist temptation, then surely one redheaded, freckle faced brat couldn’t sway Danny.

He was a pastor; he was allowed to have relationships.

That wasn’t his issue for giving in.

If he fell in Aoife again, he had a feeling he wouldn’t emerge alive this time.

And he’d made a good life for himself.

He’d dragged himself back to the surface with a new faith that was bigger than him.

As if by magic, he heard his own voice mirrored back through his mind.

Reminding Danny of how lonely he’d been.

It might be a good life, he loved helping people.

But he couldn’t deny the clap of loneliness.

Right before he stepped through the church door he cast a glance back and saw a light pop on inside his house. He was out of his damn mind, seriously off his mental reservation because he smiled at that one lone light.

Because it felt like she was there … to welcome him home.

NINE

“Clearing the air and filling it with lust.” – Aoife

“Right. Sit there, Danny,” Aoife directed him the moment he stepped through the doorway to the spacious living room, with its gray couches and cream carpeting.

It was obvious this wasn’t his style, probably inherited the furnished house with the job.

But it was so comfortable, she felt instantly at home with her legs curled up beneath her.

She’d waited over an hour for him to come back from the church, pacing back and forth to peer out of the window and muttering to herself about idiot boys who like avoiding talking. Impatient, she had to warn herself not to follow him there and allow him to come back on his own steam.

Danny Murphy was a stubborn one, so he was.

Even this new incarnation of his former self.

Now she looked him up and down, her eyes betraying her calm exterior as her heart went nuts inside her body. Her love for that man was mirrored by her desire. Being around him again and her body didn’t know what to do with the constant arousal and heart thumping beats. She’d felt that way for years, from the moment she understood what desire meant and then his innocent touches on her body, even holding her hand, became something more… something bigger than meant a whole lot more.

She pointed to the chair with the steaming mug at the side. “I made you a cup of tea. Drink it.”

He arched his eyebrow at her, making him ten times as handsome. She swallowed and watched him fold down into the soft cushioned chair. He was just big all over. She never took his size for granted. It was lovely.

“Bossy, aren’t we?”

“You knew that about me already. I’m bossy unless…” She stalled as her cheeks flamed, and she caught his nostrils flaring.

They both filled in the blanks.

Aoife was overbearingly bossy as they day was long, unless she was in his bed and then she gave over full control to the dominant man with muddy colored hair and kind blue eyes that turned to pure flames when he was turned on and his desire monsters were unleashed.

She hadn’t meant to direct the conversation there; it was just an inevitability where they were concerned.

Much of their history was carnal to say the least.

The moment they discovered sex, that was it, they perfected everything until they thought they might die from over-stimulation.

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