Page 63 of Intimately Faithful

Consuming sex like never before.

It felt brand new as she rode him to completion.

The only way the entire neighborhood didn’t hear her keening cry was his mouth kissing her hard and swallowing the sounds she made as her orgasm slammed into her in a glorious, wet rush and Danny followed seconds later, pulling free with only seconds to spare so he could spill on her belly and inner thighs.

While breath returned to him …. Jesus, how could one petite ginger girl with eyes like jewels render him this completely undone?

It’s hard to hold anything back when she looked at him … probably mirroring the same expression he was … like he was the only star in her sky.

He grabbed the back of her neck, crushed her mouth, closing the space between them for a moment while he sifted through his thoughts.

Lips touched …unwilling to part.

She said his name like a prayer, doing her own roaming of his skin with her burning hands leaving her imprint wherever they landed.

She was his drug of choice.

The opiate he desired.

She was an addiction his heart ached for.

Pressing her lips harder to have yet another fix, they rolled into a sinking kiss with thrashing breaths and panting lungs. Every curve and dip made to connect and sizzle.

He burned from the inside and latched onto her tongue while she did the same, undoing him further.

Before long, he’d have nothing left.

No threads of reason to hold onto if the day came she disappeared as easily as she arrived.

For now she was here, and Danny was—as his younger self had always been, caught up in Aoife.

His own ginger dream, kissing him for all they were worth.

FOURTEEN

“The luck of the Irish…all lies come home to roost eventually” - Aoife

“I’m starting to feel like the prisoner of Azkaban.” Complained Aoife, days later.

Cabin fever had well and truly set in, and she paced the kitchen like a trapped bear gazing out of the window, wondering how much the world has changed in just over a week.

Did they have flying cars now?

Have the robots risen up in power to take over?

She just bet the royal family had a new scandal, so they did. All of them were dirty aristocrats. And being a fanatical royalist, she needed to know the latest gossip immediately. And that meant buying those cheesy magazines full of outlandish conspiracy theories.

She never claimed to believe them, but Aoife was a sucker all the same and bought them, nevertheless.

Until this past week.

And she was too embarrassed to ask Danny to pick up her copies, though he was ever the gentleman and bought her anything she needed. And that included her tampons four days ago. He came back with the bag bulging with chocolate and sweets as well as fuzzy socks and a hot water bottle.

She’d been so overwhelmed by his kindness, to which no one else other than him had shown her, she’d folded down onto his lap and cried against his neck with enough desire and love rising up to choke an elephant.

His tenderness called to her heart so that every time it was offered, it took her breath and made her greedy for more. Making her latch on in case he took it away.

She didn’t want to become a clingy, crying girl. But there she was, clinging and crying.