Authors note: Hello everyone. I am told that I worry too much when I write these days, but I should recognise the traditional owners of the Kriol lands and people. I am no expert and mean no disrespect with my work of fiction.
Again, I am grateful to MsSensualiT for her continued help to be my second set of eyes. I hope those of you who enjoy this series continue to do so.
~ellie.
Chapter 36
Marcella struggled into a pair of soft boxer shorts and a tank top, ignoring how the fabric teased her skin with gentle caresses as the plastic still wrapped around her lower leg crinkled out its discomfort. Since being taken to the clinic, all she had done was shower and gather more red dust and dirt from the interminable desert that was part of life in the Northern Territory. The fact that Noah was not yet back offering to help her with her shower made her grumpier than her injury's awkwardness.
If she was honest with herself, she knew she was grumpy because she was frustrated and horny. Bloody Noah had gotten her so worked up so many times, and they had been interrupted each time. Now, it seemed he didn't even have time for the foreplay. So, she used her crutches to make her way to the kitchen in search of scissors to release her leg from the plastic surrounding it. Now that the shock of the crocodile attack had worn off, she had expected to feel the pain more acutely, but it was nothing more than a dull throb beneath the bandages, which was manageable with the pain relief she had been given.
Deciding she would be fine; she went in search of food. It was dark outside now, and after an adventurous morning, she had been poked, prodded, stitched, wrapped and thrown in the car for the longest drive of her life to yet another foreign land or place or whatever this was. Not once had she thought about food until now, and now, she was starving! The kitchen was surprisingly well-stocked with items meant to last. She pulled two frozen pizzas from the freezer and an extra salami from the refrigerator. Tomato and cheese were not options, but she guessed dairy wouldn't keep long in the heat of this place. There was powdered milk in the cupboard, which she thought would work for coffee if she needed it in the morning.
When the pizzas were nearly done, she felt large hands cup her hips and pull her back against a hard-muscled body. She relaxed into Noah's scent, a little wild and dusty, but still his. She turned in his arms, peering up at his handsome face. Her fingers twined into the hair hanging at his nape, not for the first time, and she wondered if it was getting long enough to pull back into a messy ponytail? Not a man bun, but a messy ponytail could be a look that would suit his tanned skin, marked by a few scars here and there, making him look more rugged than pretty with his beautiful dark brown eyes. He leaned down, smiling as he pressed his mouth to hers gently and then straightened, sniffing the air.
"Smells amazing, Marcie. I'm starving," he murmured low in her ear, letting her know the food wasn't the only thing he was craving. She smiled, turning back to the bench where she had been setting out plates with his hands touching at her back, her shoulders, her hips. She laughed lightly, smacking his hands away, "How about you do something useful like getting the pizza out of the oven for me."
He grumbled plaintively and pulled her back against him, showing that pizza was not what he wanted just then. She scowled slightly when he turned the oven off but didn't take the pizza out after opening the door just a sliver. He didn't seem to notice her scowl; however, as he lifted her onto the bench, she was pushing the plates out of the way.
"I thought you were starving?" She whispered against his chest as he started to pull up her tank top. Of course, she was horny too, so what the hell, but it still irritated her that he felt he could take advantage of her agreement to stay with him away from Konrad's machinations. He would learn eventually that she would and could never be a good submissive wife for him. He'd change his mind, and this honeymoon fuckfest would be over, so she might as well enjoy it while she could.
"I am, and I've been waiting all day for this. All fucking day," he groaned, pulling her top from her freeing her unfettered breasts. He leaned her back so that her head hung off the other side of the island bench, upside down. It sent a pulse of arousal through her, unable to see what he was doing, and he gently led her hands up so they too hung. He rumbled deep in his chest, his hands gliding up her stomach to the fleshy orbs of her breasts, cupping and massaging them. He felt her shudder under him, her chest rising and falling a little quicker as she mewled for him. He pinched her nipples lightly and rolled them between his fingers, plucking at the pink tips. His mouth brushed over her ribs, tongue flicking out over the skin. Her thighs trembled, and she made to move, but he set a hand on her ribs, just under her arm, "Stay."
It was a quiet command, powerful in its intensity, and she found herself battling her inner need to rebel against any demand and obey him. Hung out like this, she could feel her pulse pumping and racing all through her body, sending tingles of electricity from wherever he touched. His fingertips slid down the line of her stomach before sliding back up her side to her breast. He pinched her nipple again, pulling on it until he heard her breath hitch, and she wriggled slightly. He rumbled deeply and leaned over her, his jean-clad hips forcing their way between her thighs, pressing tightly against her core as he lapped up her ribs. Her injured leg hanging safely to the side of his out of harm's way.
He caught her nipple between his lips, tugging slightly as he held her hips tightly so she couldn't escape. She mewled softly and panted, remaining still under his attentions as he suckled at one nipple and rolled and pinched the other one.
"Noah, I need more. I can't take any more teasing!" Her thighs twitched around him, and she gave a soft sound underneath him as she pushed back, finally sitting up.
"You're leg he said gruffly," as he caught her around the waist, pulling her up tighter against his body as he panted softly. He had to lean down to press a kiss on her again, hard enough that their teeth met, and he grunted, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She whimpered; and her arms wrapped around him as she tried to push back against him again so she could answer his concerns, but instead responded with her heated response to his kiss.
His hand slid up her back tangling in the hair at the nape of her head, pulling and tugging her head back. He attacked her throat with his tongue and teeth, groaning at the taste and feel of her soft skin. She let out a soft heated breath. Her fingers worked through his hair as he worshipped her. He stood back up, pulling her against him again with a firm grip around her waist. He started to shove her boxer shorts down her hips, pulling her panties with them. Her eyes went wide as he pushed her thighs apart. He was having trouble being gentle with her, possibly because of all their interrupted moments earlier in the day.
