Page 35 of Three Irish Kings
I laugh in return. “Never had any complaints.”
“Clearly.”
I tilt my head. “What does that mean?”
She waves a hand at me, shifting to lie on her side and propping her chin up on the palm of her hand.
“It means you don’t look like you have trouble finding sexual partners.”
“I don’t.” I’m not exactly proud, but... yeah. All right. Fuck it. I’m proud.
“And with that in your pants, I’m sure you’re even more sought after.”
“Okay, okay, enough about me.” I’d love for her to continue complimenting me, but I want to know more about her. Whether she’s Maggie or Isla or both, she interests me. That’s not something I often find.
“I'm an open book.”
Yeah, right.“Tell me something real. Like, do you have a boyfriend? Someone waiting for you?”
She doesn’t answer for a long moment, and I stiffen, the beginnings of jealousy starting to eat me up.
“Of course that’s what you want to know after...”
“What can I say? I’m territorial.”
“No boyfriend. No husband. No siblings. No roommates. It’s just me.”
Thank God. “And your parents?”
“They live on the west coast. I call my mother twice a week, talk to my dad once every few months. They divorced when I was five.”
“So, you’re not close?”
I get that. I’m not close to my parents, either. As in I have no idea where they are, currently. I practically raised myself and my little sister, and then they just fucked off; Tahiti was the last I’d heard.
She shakes her head, looking a little vulnerable. “I’m not really close to anyone.”
“That sounds lonely.”
“It is.” She looks up at me with narrowed eyes. “If I fall asleep here, you’re not going to try anything, are you?”
I grin. “Nothing you don’t want me to.”
She smiles back weakly. “Just don’t wanna wake up hogtied or anything.”
I soften. “I wouldn’t do that,a ghrá.Not unless you asked me to. I’m only interested in willing partners.”
She cuddles up close to me, throwing a hand across my waist.
I’m still wearing my clothes, just disheveled, so I fix them and put an arm around her shoulders.
She leans even further in, putting her head on my chest.
I didn’t sleep last night, thinking about Isla, wondering if Cillian would try anything. I’ve honestly never felt this territorial about a woman, especially not this soon.
It should probably scare me, but I’m always doing things that scare me, so what else is new?
Her eyelids flutter closed as she snuggles up to me, throwing her long leg across my hip.
