Page 47 of Intimately Faithful

“From what? That tall drink of bearded water? Mmm. He was easy on the eyes, Danny-boy.” She whispered, a dare in her voice. Batting her lashes. Taunting him.

“Aoife,” he growled before he could tell his throat not to make a sound.

He stalked off and didn’t get far when he felt her skinny arms come around him from behind.

Everything in Danny ceased to function.

He could only feel the soft heat of a woman he desired.

This surely was madness.

Maybe he was. Mad, that was.

Maybe the drugs had caught up with him finally and he’d lapsed into an insanity of his own making. It would make more sense than him considering picking up a life he’d left behind for good reason.

His addiction whispered seductively.

Only this time it had nothing to do with narcotics, and all to do with her.

It wasn’t a bad feeling.

Not a consuming one he couldn’t escape.

More like a welcoming back home.

There’s nothing scarier than love.

And nothing so lonely than letting a chance drift by without doing something about it.

This was his chance. He felt it deep in his soul.

Turning, he took the bag from her and tossed it on the counter before he hooked Aoife under the armpits and hoisted her tiny weight into the air.

She hung suspended, looking like he was giving her the world. Stars practically shooting out of her beautiful eyes.

She was impossible and it only made her more perfect.

He’d always thought she was the most beautiful creature on earth. Even before he knew what it felt like to understand desire and lust and naked want.

He’d been a little boy in love with a little girl who meant everything to him.

Lost to her, he’d been crazy to think he could help her out and not get entangled in her web once more.

“Danny,” she sighed wistfully, wrapping her legs around him.

Fireworks exploded in the recesses of his skull and he faltered only for a second before he palmed her behind and squeezed tightly. “Are we to fool around finally?” She asked boldly.

He’d known, hadn’t he? That come to this moment, she would ruin him all over again, deeper this time, without roads to fix himself.

Her tongue would be his undoing.

“Take the little one upstairs. You can put her in the spare room and then I expect you to be in my room waiting for me. I need to go and lock the church up for the night.” He rasped hoarsely, dropping her to her feet before she could do any more damage to his psyche by grinding her private heat to his stomach.

He had just enough decency to control himself and not fuck her right there on the tiled floor.

Though it cost him.

He was breathing heavily, while his body went through a series of quakes as she froze there, gazing at him, her breasts lifting up and down with her solid breaths.

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