Page 50 of Intimately Faithful

she hadn’t changed clothes, but she’d taken off the sweater and now only wore a thin-cotton tank top. No bra.

His brains exploded, and his cock jerked behind the tight confines of his pants.

Dear God, let me last more than a second.

This wasn’t fair. She was so beautiful. His very own Eve.

It wasn’t right. And yet … no force on earth or heaven itself could stop him now, because as he’d always known, this here with Aoife was his place.

His own personal heaven.

The place he felt at home and hell all at once.

She delivered him into evil and left him alone.

For that he could hate her and never would.

God, how could her statement sound like she was in the last strains of an orgasm.

Don’t answer that, big guy.

And then for good measure, because Danny truly believed, he added.I hope you’ve gone to run errands and not watching me right now. This is her, God. My one.

He’d understand the very ungodly things Danny wanted to do. At least he hoped so.

His cock wasn’t getting to grips with the situation switch very well. His balls hung heavy with the need to empty all his pleasure and there was only one place he’d ever wanted to do that. And his hand was not an option.

On top of his aroused state, he took a fortifying breath.

“Are you sure? Really sure? I get you back now there’s no letting go, Aoife.”

He pulled her in, felt her sweet breath against his neck clear down to his toes. No force in the universe could make Danny drop his arms from around her.

“We belonged to each other before we were even created.” She breathed against his lips. “I want to be taken by the man who owns me.”

She felt too good.

She felt right.

Finally.

His last tether broke right down the middle of him.

She compounded her statement by adding. “It’s me who’s been trying to seduce you for days, Danny-boy. I would be a right cloth-head if I walked away now. Kiss me, please?”

“Fuck, Aoife…”

She giggled and pushed both hands up the back of his T-shirt. Ripples of instant pleasure followed her skinny fingers prodding along his rib cage.

“Is a pastor allowed to say fuck?”

“I don’t know, but I’m about to fuck you, so block your ears if the word offends you.”

“Oh, please, pastor Danny. I’ve waited ever such a long time, so I have.”

Not as long as he’s waited..

He’d lived only half a life.