Page 86 of Intimately Faithful

The early morning shower went a long way to calming his thoughts while he talked to God. His girl and all her gorgeous freckles, highlighted with her slight blush, took him the rest of the way to relax.

He’d loved her all night long, or so it felt when he’d climbed tiredly into the shower stall to wake himself up. Slow and deep, swallowing her cries while he rolled his hips into the apex of her clasping legs. Drugging kisses, intense touches. He couldn’t get enough of her.

Needing her closer, he wound both arms around her lower back and pulled her in until her head was beneath his chin. Today was going to be a big day, but right there underneath the warm waterfall up above, there was nowhere else Danny wanted to be.

Aoife did her own touching and everywhere her fingers roamed made him shiver.

It was both a curse and a blessing to be with someone who knew him so long and so intimate that she knew instinctively where to touch him to have him aroused and panting in seconds.

She was his very own angelic she-devil and he adored the girl she’d been and worshipped the woman she’d grown into.

With his mouth pressed to her ear and her hands steadily working his cock pressed hard up against his stomach he rasped. “Does my treasure need another lick?”

“Danny…” she purred, her eyes growing soft.

He loved that look on her face, it meant he’d done his job right all night long, though it meant he was exhausted this morning.

It didn’t stop him dropping to his knees or prying her legs open with unsteady hands and using his mouth to good use for the next twenty minutes.

“I never asked you, Danny,” her voice sweet as honey, as he scrubbed a towel in his hair sometime later. Aoife was already dressed in a floaty dress with skinny straps that danced around her knees. It had him thinking not good things every time he watched it swish around her gorgeous legs, because he’d already watched her slide into a pair of tiny underwear.

It would take next to no effort to get them off her again.

“Asked me what?”

“If you even wanted Misha. To take care of her for the rest of our lives. It’s a big responsibility. All I’ve focused on is keeping her safe and winning you back and never thought to ask what you want.”

Before he could respond she went on, chewing on her bottom lip. “I wouldn’t hate you for saying you didn’t want to do this. I could … I could make sure she was safe and have her adopted or…”

The pain on her face as color dropped out of her apple shaped cheeks told Danny enough that it was the opposite of what she wanted.

He sat on the side of the bed and patted his lap. Knowing his da and brothers and Cora were taking care of Misha downstairs, so they had a few minutes yet. She hurried over and sat on his knee, arms around his shoulders and their noses almost touching.

“I love you. You love me. This isn’t ideal by any means. I’d rather we restarted our lives together without gangsters after my woman.”

Her eyes turned soft again, and she nuzzled his nose. “Your woman. I know people say it’s sexist, but I love that, Danny-boy. Yours forever.”

“Mine and I’m yours and if by some miracle we get to keep her, Misha is ours. God, don’t cry, sweetheart. Your tears kill me,” he kissed the three that escaped down her cheek tasting the saltiness on his tongue.

“I’m scared, yet so happy, Danny.”

“Me too.” He could have stayed there all day just holding her, but there were important things to do. He patted her bottom to lift up. She gave him one last nuzzle of her cheek on his and he was tempted to kiss the life out of her just so he could have his Aoife’s taste in his mouth again. “You need a shave, mister, your face is scratchy.”

He dropped a kiss to her ready lips and strolled back into the bathroom to do as his woman asked.

Danny was greeted by a room full of his family when he eventually trudged down the stairs, dressed casually in track pants and a gray T-shirt. They’d all rocked up to the house an hour ago, but he’d left Cora to deal with them. They were around the table stuffing their faces. So nothing has changed there, he thought with a grin.

Misha was perched on his da’s lap, happy as could be, gumming on one of those baby crackers Cora bought. “Thought we’d have to cannonball you out of bed, laddie.”

“We all know what Danny was doing, dirty dog.” Cackled his younger brother who earned a clip around his head from their da. “You be respectful in your brother’s house.”

“Yes, da.” Grumbled Cian, “but we know that’s what he was doing,”

“I know, son, but we don’t point it out.”

Danny ignored them and picked up Misha who held her arms out to him.

He’d meant every word he’d told Aoife.

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