Page 27 of Noah's Reckoning
Although she hadn’t been huffy when she’d shoved my ice-cold foot up her shirt.
I opened the cabin and had this wave of relief overtake me when I saw her spread out on her belly on the sleeping bag, a game of solitaire laid out in front of her.
She looked over her shoulder at me.
“Hi.”
God, she was gorgeous. And obviously not holding a grudge that I had left her all day, which I should probably be grateful for.
I held up my prize. “Dinner.”
“You did it!” she said, scrambling to her feet.
“I told you I know what I’m doing. We’ll eat the rabbit tonight and save the soup for tomorrow.”
“Okay. I’ve never had rabbit. What does it taste like?”
“Like dark chicken meat,” I said then my eyes wandered to the rack that was pulled away from the fire place. A dainty, powder blue piece of silk was draped over it. “What the fuck is that?”
She followed to where I was pointing.
“Oh, my panties. They should be dry now.”
I looked at her jeans. The jeans under which she was NOT wearing panties. When I glared at her, she shoved her panties in her back pocket and shrugged.
“What? I wanted fresh panties. Did I commit some survival crime?”
I swallowed and thought about my jeans that were soaked through from the knees down. I was cold, they were uncomfortable, but now I couldn’t take them off because I was hard again. Not that she wasn’t intimately familiar with my erection.
“I can put them back on if it’s going to be a problem,” she offered.
Obviously, my furious glaring was having an impact. And now I had to have the image of what she might look like down there.
“Just turn around and don’t peek. It will take me ten seconds.”
“Yeah, that’s going to happen,” I snorted. “You’re going to strip and I’m NOT going to look. In case you couldn’t tell that was sarcasm.”
“Well, then you tell me what you want me to do, Noah,” she snapped. “It’s like you can’t spend five minutes with me without glaring at me or snapping at me. So you leave me here alone all day and the second you come back, you’ve got a problem with me again!”
“Yes!” I shouted, tossing the rabbit in the corner. “I have a problem. I have a problem with you waving your silk panties under my damn nose!”
“I was not waving them under your nose! I was drying them after washing them. One would think you would be mature enough to handle the sight of a pair of women’s panties. I had no issues with you when you stripped down to your briefs and your…your…junk was just out there!”
“You mean my junk that you had your hands all over this morning!”
“That was an accident! And it wasn’t me bumping and grinding against you the morning before that!”
“That was also an accident!” I fired back. Then I figured, fuck it. I started to go for the button on my jeans.
“What are you doing?” she screeched.
“I’m taking off my cold, wet jeans so I can dry them by the fire. And since we know you don’t have an issue with my cock, you shouldn’t care!”
“Fine. Fine,” she repeated, going for her own jeans. “If I don’t have a problem with your cock, then you shouldn’t have a problem with my pussy!”
I got up in her face in a blink, stilling her hands where she had them on the buttons.
I was breathing heavy and she was, too, enough that her breasts were pushing against my chest.
