Page 36 of Worlds Apart
“Hello ladies.” He rested his cheek between them. “How I have missed you.”
“Seriously?” Sunny bit her lip to keep from laughing.
“Shhh.” He put his hands over both her breasts. “I can talk to you on the phone. I can’t speak to them.”
Sunny started to laugh and Martin laughed along with her. She scooted out of her leggings while he took off his shirt and wriggled out of his pants. They were demolishing the orderly pillows arranged on the bed, and neither of them seemed to care.
“I missed you,” he said.
“I missed this.” She was desperate for him. He pressed his chest against her body and they were skin to skin. The contact was incandescent and the sun slanting through the windows cast striped shadows across their skin. She felt as if she would ignite if he didn’t touch her.
Martin put his hand between her thighs and Sunny nearly came from the first touch. She was swollen with want, aching for him. He eased one finger inside her, then another. She twisted beneath him, pulling him closer as he teased her mercilessly.
The climax took her with the violence of a sudden wave. As she was coming around his fingers, he eased them from the grip of her body and slid himself inside in one smooth motion, encasing his erection within her and pausing when he’d filled her to the hilt.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him as the aftershocks of her climax shook her torso.
He pressed his forehead to hers. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Martin moved in her, and months of longing meant that his climax ambushed him as quickly as hers did. He let out a long breath, kissing her neck over and over as she lightly ran her nails up and down his back.
Everything about her felt effervescent. She was in Nairobi with Martin. He loved her. She loved him. She was staying in Kenya and they were going to try.
“Please don’t rent an apartment.” He kissed along her jaw. “Stay here. Stay with me. I don’t want to be without you again. I was… not a very pleasant person to be around when I thought I’d lost you.”
“Yes, Alice might have mentioned that.”
Martin’s body shook with laughter. “Errol said I was grumpier than a buffalo. When you come back to the Mara, the employees will likely give you a standing ovation for taking me back.”
“You can’t have been that bad.” She kissed his jaw. “I like the beard. It’s really handsome.”
“Thank you. My father told me to shave it off and go to the States to work things out with you if I was going to be so moody.”
She looked at him. “Really?”
“Really.” He smiled again. “Please stay with me, my Sunny. I promise I won’t be a grumpy buffalo.”
She closed her eyes and reveled in the delicious weight of Martin’s chest resting in the curve of her body. “I’ll think about it.” She was going to give in; she already knew it. He was too sweet and she was too happy. “Can you cook?”
“No, but I will hire a cook when we are in the city, and I will bring you tea in bed every morning. Do we have a deal?”
“So businesslike.”
“Yes.” Martin bit her earlobe. “Do we have a deal, Miss Randolph?”
“Yes, Mr. Karanja.” She kissed him again. “We have a deal.”
Epilogue
Almost two years later
Sunny satin the passenger seat of the Land Cruiser, looking up from the PDF she was reading on her tablet as they watched the safari plane sweep around the airstrip, gradually getting lower and lower until the wheels bounced on the dirt track, kicking up dust as the plane approached the waiting vehicles.
“What birthday is this?”
“Eighty-nine.” Martin turned to smile at her. “She’s just humoring us now. Apparently she was hiking in the Simean Mountains in Ethiopia a week ago.”
