Page 72 of Intimately Faithful

Sneaky, manipulative pastor, she grinned, chewing on her lower lip. His fingers squeezed her shoulder and she reached up to cover his hand.

“Well, of course we will,” sniffed Darlene with forty percent less huffiness to her demeanor, even though she still gave Aoife the stink-eye.

She didn’t care.

The only person she cared about had her back with Russian mafia and overly nosy church ladies.

More people joined the circle, questioning Aoife like they were interviewing her.

“How did I do?” She asked Cora once they were back in the house. “I thought for a second they were going to ask to see my dental records.”

Cora laughed switching on the boiler for tea. “They’re protective of the pastor. And it is the first time we’ve seen him with a girlfriend.”

Girlfriend. She didn’t want to correct Cora, mainly because she wanted to believe it more than anything.

“I think that went well. Though we should have probably waited to introduce you until…” Until she wasn’t wanted by the Russian mobsters.

She’d only intended to sneak into the church to watch him do his thing, but she’d gotten caught up in his bad guitar playing.

Danny kissed her forehead and grabbed a cookie on the plate Cora was filling.

“Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to let them think I was…yours. They’ll have questions once I leave.”

“You’re leaving?” Frowned the older woman. The pair had bonded quickly, and Aoife knew she loved Misha. Most every day she brought clothes and toys for her.

She didn’t have time to let her know that this was Danny’s intent all along because he piped in. “Not any time soon, Cora.” His heat down her back from him standing so near almost burned and she found it hard to breathe.

She wanted to stay so badly.

“We’ll be in the other room,” he grabbed Aoife’s hand and practically dragged her behind him into the living room.

“Why did you tell her that? You know you want me sent back home.”

“Is that what you want?” Eyes so blue caused her heart to riot.

“You know it isn’t. I don’t have much choice if you toss me out the door.”

He laughed. That tall drink of water laughed and pulled her into his body, to which she vined her arms around him like a snake unwilling to ever let him go.

“You talk a lot of old shite sometimes, Aoife.”

She huffed and glared up at him. Of all the cheek. Beautiful, cocky man.

Brushing her hair back from her face, he leaned down and brought his lips with him, kissing her lightly. “You know as well as I do that I’m keeping you. So you just get used to that, Aoife Flanagan, because I won’t be saying it again.”

Lightheaded, she couldn’t stop her smile from growing. “Kiss me again and make me believe it.” She practically scaled him like a ladder until she was wrapped around Danny and her hands were buried in his thick hair, using it to direct his mouth back to hers.

“Quit sucking my tongue,” he growled, lips to lips. “Or I’ll fuck you until you’re a whimpering little mess and my housekeeper is right next door.”

“Then stop putting it in my mouth.”

Fate stepped into the room and brought good luck with it because even as she reached for his grabbing mouth, they heard the closing of the front door.

They were alone.

And Danny attacked her, giving her the feel of his hardness digging into her belly with his lust.

Their harsh inhales and exhales were all that could be heard as he carried her through the house.

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