found her shoulder, and I pressed a kiss there, tasting the soap she’d just lathered into her body. I preferred to taste my own sweat on her body, but this would do.
She turned her head over her shoulder. “Wanted to keep me company?”
Wanted to keep myself company. “No. Just wanted to save water.” My hands slid across her waist and back to my sides.
“Very noble.” She turned around and tilted her head back so she could rinse the shampoo out of her hair. Her tits were soapy and wet, curvy and flawless. She had the perfect body, and it didn’t seem like she even realized it.
I grabbed the shampoo bottle and squirted some into my hair. I lathered the soap as I watched her stand under the shower, the suds running down her body. She was in a different mood when she was satisfied. Like rose petals on the wind, she drifted slowly. With lidded eyes, she was calm and peaceful.
It was the direct opposite of how she was just minutes ago.
She was a good lay the first time I had her, but the more we were together, the more her colors showed. We knew each other’s bodies better, understood each other’s likes and dislikes. I’d never bedded the same woman so frequently besides Josephine, and that didn’t even count. Our relationship was short and rushed. That’s probably why it didn’t last long. And Josephine wasn’t even that great in the sack. London, on the other hand, was incredible. I wonder if her list of partners was as long as mine.
I never wondered if she left anyone behind. Was she seeing someone when my men snatched her from her bed? Did she have a boyfriend looking for her? Or was she promiscuous like I was, hopping from man to man?
The idea of her being with a bunch of guys suddenly made me angry. It had nothing to do with her lifestyle choice. I just didn’t like picturing other men inside her. Must be because I owned her. Now that she was my property, I was annoyed that she ever belonged to anyone else.
Man, I was a psychopath.
How could I be irritated with anything she did before I stole her? “Did you leave anyone behind before you joined me in Scotland?” I worded it in a much more appropriate way than I wanted to.
“I told you Joseph is my only family member. I had some friends, but that was about it.”
She didn’t understand my question. “Did you leave a man behind?” If I looked at her social media account, would it say she was in a relationship? Was some nice guy crying over her every night while I fucked her? If that was the case, it didn’t seem like she was thinking about him when I was inside her.
“A man?” She pumped conditioner into her hand before she massaged the ends of her strands. “No. I didn’t leave a man behind.”
The irritation in my chest disappeared. If she did have a man, I would look at her differently. I would feel like I was sharing her with someone who wasn’t even there. I moved under the water and rinsed my hair, wearing a mask so she didn’t know what I was thinking. “Been with a lot of guys?”
She did a double take, clearly offended by what I just asked. “Excuse me?”
That came out wrong. I didn’t word that very well. I was just so eager for an answer that I didn’t think it through. “That came out wrong.”
“You bet your ass that came out wrong.”
I wanted to smile at her feistiness. If she hadn’t stood up for herself at that comment, I would think less of her. “You seem experienced. That’s all I was getting at.”
She continued to massage her hair with conditioner.
I wasn’t getting anything out of her, and I didn’t know how to get my answer. “Did you have any serious boyfriends?” That wasn’t too invasive.
She ran her fingers through her hair and coated each strand with the moisture. She had a lot of hair, so it took her a while. “When have you ever beaten around the bush? If you want to know something, just ask.”
My little spitfire. “How many men have you been with other than me?”
She stepped under the shower and tilted her head back. She ran her fingers through her hair as she counted in her head. “Four.”
That’s it? I was expecting a lot more than that. “Four?”
“Yeah. Why?”
I gave her an honest answer. “You’re