Page 48 of Intimately Faithful

“Now, Aoife.”

“God.Yes. Okay.” She panted and rose on her tiptoes, giving him her scent that stroked him as evocatively, as if it were her fingers. “Would you be willing to kiss me first?”

His growl was her only warning, and she scurried out of the room, carrying the baby carrier with her.

She’d triggered the part of him long since dormant and she would only have herself to blame if he took her the way he was screaming to do.

Fast and hard. Daunting and continuously frantic until he was spent.

As he felt now, he figured it would take a good decade to get in that state.

Pacing, he allowed two minutes to talk himself out of what he was about to do.

He went through all the rights and wrongs.

She was vulnerable.

She was a mess of trouble with God knows who chasing after her. Her life for the last seven years were a mystery to him and Danny didn’t know if he was ready to open all those boxes and accept she’d had a life… multiple lives without him.

On the same hand he was no longer the same person.

Maybe she wouldn’t like him as much as she had, once she knew this new version of himself.

Danny wasn’t that same irresponsible boy who took risks to make his girl smile.

He worked for God and he loved his job.

It was peace and reward and he couldn’t …wouldn’tgive that up.

On the basic level of human chemistry they clicked perfectly, it was scary how well.

It had been that way forever and it was that connection which drove him on and carried his feet across to the church with his body humming on a frequency not even the angels would hear.

Some fates were sealed long ago, he accepted.

It wasn’t only sex.

Not for him. Not for her.

Sex was what sealed the deal. Two bodies aligning back onto the same plane again.

It might sound philosophical, but that’s how his brain functioned.

He had to believe, with all the consequent dominos that needed to have fallen, at the precise time to bring Aoife back into his life again, were meant to have happened.

Otherwise he was fucking up his own existence for the best fuck of his life.

Faith did not exist unless it was tested.

But this wasn’t faith in his religion.

This was all about love.

He’d tell his parishioners who went through an emotional crisis, that things happened because of God’s will. He never gives anything that they can’t handle.

He believed and lived by this law.

He had a feeling his Aoife lived outside of this law.