“Full house, jacks over sevens.”“Damn. I thought I had you this time.” Wynton spread out three twos, a six, and a ten.“Three of a kind with deuces?” she tsk-tsked. “With two players that’s never a good gamble.” She eyed his shirt collar and imagined peeling that pristine white shirt off his broad shoulders and down his muscular arms. Her gaze caught on the thick column of his neck. She wanted to sink her teeth into that hard flesh. Taste the salt and musk on his skin. Fill her senses with the overpowering maleness of him.“Melissa, darlin’? You okay?”Her focus snapped back to him. “I’m fine. Why?”“You moaned like you were in pain.”She leaned forward. “That moan was your fault. See, I imagined stripping you out of that pesky shirt and my mind wandered south from there.”“You’re already kicking my ass at poker and now you gotta give me a hard-on in the waiting room?”“Just keeping you updated on how eager I am to get my greedy hands all over your naked body.
