Page 5 of Devil's Luck

“Me too.” The admission slips from my lips before I can stop it. I see the surprise glow in her eyes, followed by something deeper—a flicker of hope, perhaps. I take a deep breath, summoning my courage. “I’ve had feelings for you, deeper than friendship, from day one but I was too afraid to say anything and pop the bubble.”

The weight of my confession hangs in the air, electrifying the space between us, until that bubble burst and she starts laughing so hard. “I thought I was the only one who felt that way,” she admits before pulling one of her hands free of mine to wipe away the tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Why didn’t we say anything sooner?” I ask, letting my heart soak in all the joy and laughter we’re now both sharing. I don’t laugh often, but coming from Nola, it’s infectious. “I’ve wanted to tell you for so long.”

“I was scared.” We both lean in slightly, the magnetic pull between us undeniable as our foreheads meet. “Scared of ruining what we had, of losing you. Of losing my friendship with Remi.”

Her honesty bounces around within me, striking a chord because I felt the same way for two years. “I felt the same way, but . . . but now I think we could have something more. Something beautiful and just for us without having to worry about anyone or anything else interfering.”

“You know Remi is going to try and butt in every chance she can get?” Nola whispers with a cheeky smile. “She will want to know everything.”

“I have no doubt.” I reply with a small smile of my own.

“What if we don’t work?”

“How about this?” I ask, my voice low, trying to keep my tone steady in the face of the hurricane of emotions swirling inside. “Will you let us try? Now that we’ve both admitted to having feelings for each other, there’s no going back anyway. We have to try.”

Her eyes glisten as she nods, a single tear escaping down her cheek. “I want to try.”

“Thank fucking God.” Once the words pass my lips, there is no more holding back. I attack Nola and kiss her with every fiber of my being. I cradle her face in my palms and devour her softness, her sweetness. I take everything she gives, and then even more.

I feel Nola’s hand find its way to my neck, her fingers curling gently, urging me closer as her fingernails scrape up into my hair. There is no holding back the growl I groan against her lips as she tugs the longer strands on the top.

“Nola.”

“I need you, Fergus,” she pants breaths against my lips between my kisses. “Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.”

CHAPTER THREE

FERGUS

As hard as it is to pull my lips from hers, I force myself to stop kissing my brown eyed beauty for a minute and stand at the foot of the bed, then pull Nola up in front of me so I can get all of the barriers between us off. I need to feel more of her skin.

Starting with her shorts, I tug open the button and push the offending denim down without bothering to unzip them. As she kicks them off to the side, I go right to work unbuttoning my own shirt while she lifts off her own. As I push off my dress shirt, then tug off my t-shirt, I feel a pull at my waistband and look down to see Nola’s nimble fingers unbuckling my belt.

Our eyes meet again, almost in a dare to see who caves and looks away first, but our hands don’t stop moving.

My hands roam over her shoulders, tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone before I unhook the back clasp of her bra with a flick of my own nimble fingers. Wrestling it off her arms, forcing her to let go of the front of my pants that she’s got pushed down around my ass, as soon as she lets go, I send the lace goes flying and my belt makes a clank as my pants hit the floor.

Needing to feel every inch of her, I squeeze her ass with both hands and pull Nola into my chest.

She lets out a shocked cry, her eyes wide, but she shows me nothing but trust and need. The softness of her skin sends shivers coursing through my body as I explore the unfamiliar territory that is now all mine.

Lifting her takes no strength whatsoever. Nola is light as a feather.

Her legs wrap around my waist, pressing her center against my stomach, and I feel her heat against my skin through the lace of her panties. I need them gone.

I can feel her fingers gripping my shoulders, her nails digging lightly into my flesh as she whispers my name, each syllable a plea, a promise, a deepening of our connection.

Laying her back, I follow Nola down to the mattress and lay on my stomach between her legs. “Scoot up to the pillows, álainn.”

Once she’s where I want her, I slide forward a few inches and grab hold of the side string of her panties, then rip the lace to shreds.

“Oh!” Nola exclaims, her body jerking with my harsh movements.

“Don’t worry,” I say as I lift her knees and spread her legs apart, making room for my wide shoulders. “I’ll buy you more.”

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