Sophie arches her brows as her lips lift in a daring smirk. “Is that so?” Her mocking tone makes it clear she doesn’t believe it. “And let me guess? You volunteer in your spare time and donate to charity on top of it?”
Her condescending attitude has me barking out a laugh. Sarcasm sounds sexy as hell coming from her.
“Oh, sweet Sophie,” I muse, leaning closer and grabbing a strand of her dark hair. “Don’t confuse me with a saint. I’m a sinner.”
“A sinner in sheep’s clothing?” She arches one brow, her teeth biting down on that lower lip I want to taste.
I brush a finger over her cheek, then pluck her lip with my thumb. “Depends if we’re wearing any.”
Sophie’s breath hitches, and I feel the heat from her body against mine. By the way her chest rapidly rises and falls, I know she feels t
