"A nude run in the snow?" Her head pops up to look at me. "No one does that."
"I did it once," I say with a straight face. "You're welcome to join me the next time I do it."
She studies me carefully. "I'm not as gullible as you. I don't fall for things that easily. You've never run around New York in the nude."
"You think I'm gullible?" I ask on a grin. My eyes are glued to her mouth and the faint trace of red lipstick that's still there.
I want that mouth on my dick. If she blows cock the way she kisses, I'll lose it within the first minute.
"You fell for it when I told you to cover your ears before I started playing your piano." She raises her hands to her ears. "I'd call that gullible."
"I'd call it being a gentleman. I'm guessing you're not used to that."
Her hands drop to her hips. "You consider yourself a gentleman?"
I toss her a condescending smile. "Absolutely."
She throws her head back in laughter. "You were groping my ass when we were kissing. I'm pretty sure you're not going to find ass groping listed as one of the definitions of the wordgentlemanin the dictionary."
"That thing is a magnet for these." I wave my hands in the air in a wide arc. "You have the best ass I've ever seen. I'm saying that in the most gentlemanly way I can."
She looks over her shoulder as if she expects to catch a glimpse of her spectacular ass. "You like it?"
"What do you think?" I adjust the buckle of my belt in an effort to pull her gaze down to the outline of my erection through my pants. "You have to know what you're doing to me."
"I know." She keeps her eyes trained on my face. "I felt it. That's biology though. You can't help it. It probably happens whenever you see a woman's ass."
"I'm not sixteen-years-old." I lean in closer. "I want you. That's why my body is reacting like this. I want to strip you naked and carry you to my bed. I want to taste you, touch you and yes, Ms. Reese, I want to fuck you."
Her lips open until her mouth is a perfect O.
"This game we've been playing has been fun," I go on. "I'll continue for as long as it takes but one day soon I need to be inside of you. I know you want the same thing."
She swallows, her gaze moving from my face to the front of my pants before her eyes meet mine. "You don't know what I want. You can't read my mind, Nicholas."
"You're right. I can't read your mind." I pause. "I can sense that you want me though. You can pretend that it's not real, but if you do that, you're just lying to us both."
She stands her ground, listening to every word I'm saying. "You don't know me. You're basing all of this on your experiences with other women. I bet you're used to women fawning all over you. You think that just because most women will bow at your feet, that I will too."
"You're wrong," I say succinctly. "This has nothing to do with other women."
She steps back, her shoulders tense again. "I doubt like hell that you've ever had to put in any real effort to get a woman into bed. When's the last time you chased a woman?"
I move to lessen the distance between us but she counters with another step back. "Do you want me to chase you, Sophia?"
"I didn't say that." Her hand darts in the air to stop me in place. "Besides, I'm not sure you could ever catch me."
"Is that so? Because from what I've seen…" I begin as I run my index finger along the curve of her chin. "I'm not sure you can handle what's going to happen once I do catch you."
"I can handle it," she whispers under her breath before she moves away from my touch.
"What was that?" My gaze narrows. "I missed that."
She shoots me a look. "I said I need to go home."
"That's not what you said."
Her mouth twists ruefully. "I'm leaving. This has been interesting."
