Page 44 of Intimately Faithful

And his groin so full and heavy he was sure he couldn't walk a step.

Good God, she was utterly stunning.

She stole his breath another life ago, and he wondered if there would come a day when he asked for it back.

Today wasn’t that day.

Tomorrow wasn’t looking favorable either.

“I really love this jumper you got me,” she announced with her effortless smile on offer and her eyes dancing over his body in her not-so-sly way, that had Danny hard as a rock inside his jeans.

He cast a longer glance because like a man-fool he couldn’t help himself and saw she wore the pink wool sweater with the fine hair. It made her look like a frizzy sheep. Especially with her tangle of flame-red locks hanging loosely around her shoulders.

He grinned and lowered his head down over his task of making some toast triangles for Misha.

How domesticated they’d become in just a few short days.

Cora wasn’t best pleased with Aoife who had all but taken over the cooking and cleaning, though he maintained she didn’t have to do anything. Everything was done when his housekeeper arrived of a morning, then he had to smooth out Cora’s ruffled feathers.

Between his pouting housekeeper and his stubborn guest, who told him in no uncertain terms that she was pulling her weight, Danny felt like he was trapped between a rock and a tenacious, all-female, hard place.

Like any smart man, he let the women deal with it among themselves to come to a reasonable accord. Between the pair of them he was being fed like a royal.

But it wasn’t that kind of hunger that clawed at his gut day and night.

Danny liked to think himself a good, faithful man nowadays.

Long gone were the times he was impulsive, spontaneous—even reckless with both his own safety and the law. His only stability back then was Aoife and once that was gone, he became wild.

Never once had he wanted to stray from their connection, though back then, Danny was offered more times than he confessed to her, only because it turned her animalistic and there was only so many times he could stand the skin clawed from his bones in a heated night. Little brat that she’d been in their sexual awakening, possessed him inside and out and had no need to ever be jealous. He saw no one but her.

A jealous Aoife was a wild one.

He wondered how feral she’d become if he confessed the times the women of Armado Springs hit on him. In church of all places.

The dark place inside him that was only hers, howled with longing to be free to test it out.

That being said, he was making a fucking liar of his new morals by wanting her all day and night long.

His late-night shower fantasies have grown obscene, that’s for fucking sure.

His right wrist was sore.

“What’s your plans for tomorrow?”

“I thought I’d go shopping and then to see a movie and then maybe I’d take a wee stroll through the park,” she answered with her tongue poking out her cheek.

He turned a pithy glance her way and she huffed in response.

“I’ll be here as usual. What’s your plans, besides avoiding me?”

“I thought I’d go on a date.”

She wasn’t the only one in his house who could be funny.

With his back to her he still caught her dragon huff and he smiled to himself.Pleased.

He liked her jealous. He shouldn’t, but there it was beating a pulse in his belly.

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