“He likes to pet my face while he curls his long tail around my butt.”
“I don’t need to—” I hold a finger between us. “Wait. Histail?”
“It’s huge! So, so long.” But she’s chuckling.
“But is it pretty?” I demand.
“Not as pretty as—”
I slide my fingers under her shirt, andoh, fuck, her skin feels like silk, a moment later her breast filling my hand. And then we’re kissing. God, how we kiss.
“Tree kangaroo,” she rasps, pulling at my T-shirt. She yanks it over my head. “Tucker is a tree kangaroo.”
“Deviant,” I growl, making her laugh again. “But you still might need your friend with the gun.”
“You’re jealous?” Her eyes are bright as I push up onto my palms.
“I think I might have rabies. I’m definitely stark raving.” I drop my hips, and we both gasp at the contact. “Because I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“That’s not ... very complimentary,” she rasps as she undulates against me. “Wait,” she demands, pushing at my shoulder. “That’s it? That’s your confession?”
“That, darling, and I bought you a Pemberley.”
Chapter 50
EVIE
A Little Bird Told Us ...
Our London lovers are back on again.
PDAs. Knicker flashes. Wedding bells. We want to see them all!
“Now, where were we?” I purr as I slide my thigh over his, the flare of my robe settling over us like a silken flower bloom.
“I think you were about to kiss me.” Oliver’s smoky tone beckons me closer like curling fingers.Like the sight of him isn’t incentive enough.His hair stark against the white pillows, the sheet lying low across his waist. I run my fingertips over his broad chest, admiring how a few days in the sun has turned him golden.
He hung around while I worked my remaining few shifts, fulfilling my commitment to the animal charity, and he used his timewell (not once complaining about the lack of amenities) by surprising me with a few days on a luxury yacht before we left tropical Papua. A gift, he’d called it. Not a case of making decisions without me. A little time and a little space to reacquaint ourselves. And it was heaven.
Equally beautiful was our stop off in Singapore. Lucy and Oliver were so lovely to watch together. I left them alone to talk and heal old wounds. When I returned, it was like meeting the siblings together for the first time. They were so different. So smiley. So ... ornery in their love language.
And now we’re back to reality. To London and whatever our future together might bring. And I cannot wait to experience every moment of it. We have so much to look forward to. Helping Nora get the sanctuary’s charity up and running. And I’m pleased to find Yara is coming on board, especially as Oliver and I are going to be a little busy with Northaby.
We have so many plans and so much to learn about running a safari park.
I won’t own Northaby outright, because that would be madness. It’ll be held in trust, securing it for future generations to love.
All because ofhislove.
It’s not so much a Pemberley that he’s provided me with but a legacy. There’s still going to be a hotel, because Oliver wouldn’t be Oliver without making money. The place is getting a whole new lease on life and an influx of billions. And we’re going to have an apartment there. Maybe even a wing ...
As special as that is, it’s not what made my heart sing.
Northaby is set to become a new kind of vacation, one that’s accessible for families of all incomes. We’re preserving everything, sharing everything—the animals and the history as we open the whole place up to the public. It’ll be a place of learning about thepast and the future as we aim to educate our visitors in conservation. It’s the best gift in the world. One I get to share with the world.
“What are you waiting for, darling?”
What I won’t ever share is this man. He is so wonderful, so handsome, his eyes bright and expectant, a sultry smile playing on his lips.
