He’d expected challenge, was caught by the wickedness. His wolf came to attention. “I might just do that,” he said, prowling over to crouch down and nip at her lower lip.
A tremor silvered over her skin. “Is that it?”
Satisfying as it would’ve been to gorge, he decided to eat her up in small, luscious bites tonight. “For now.” Rising, he went into the compact galley and threw together a plate. “Have you had dinner?”
“Yes.”
Coming down to sit across from her, he fed her a plump grape anyway. As her lips closed on the ripe fruit, his wolf watched, fascinated. “Poker,” he murmured.
“Of course.” A husky answer.
He ate half a sandwich before speaking. “We have to have stakes.”
Lines on her forehead. “For credits, you mean?”
Poor innocent baby, about to get fleeced. “Tut-tut, gorgeous. You know when you play poker with a man behind closed doors, there is only one acceptable currency.”
Her mouth fell open. “You’d play for that?”
Enjoying shocking cool and collected Sienna, he took his time eating the other half of the sandwich. “Clothes, Ms. Lauren. What did you think I was talking about?”
She blew out a breath between gritted teeth. “Sometimes I really want to”—a frustrated sound—“bite you!”
He froze. “I might let you.”
“I won’t do it if you’d enjoy it.”
Bad tempered thing. His wolf liked that about her. “Let’s play.”
“I might not be Silent any longer, but I still have the perfect poker face.” A smug smile.
It stayed on her face as she divested him of his socks—he’d kicked his shoes off earlier—his shirt, and his belt. That was when her concentration began to falter, her eyes flicking over his chest and back. Again. And again.
The wolf arched its back, preening for her.
And Hawke stopped playing nice.
SIENNA had seen Hawke unclothed before—it was impossible not to catch such glimpses since changelings came out of a shift naked, but pack protocol meant she’d always forced herself to look away. Even if she hadn’t, those times, she’d been nowhere near this close.
His chest was taut with muscle, his abs washboard flat, his skin a warm, strokable honey lightly furred with silver-gold. She wanted to press him to the carpet and lick him all over.
“You planning to fold?”
She jerked up her head, almost dropping her cards. “What?”
“Time to show your cards.”
Certain she had him beat, she laid out her spread. “Full house.” Her eyes went to his jeans.
She was so busy imagining him naked, she almost missed the smile that flirted over his lips as he said, “Nice, but not good enough,” and fanned out a royal flush.
Stunned, she stared.
“Strip, beautiful.”
She went to pull off her socks, her skin shimmering from the impact of that verbal caress.
“Nu-huh.” A shake of his head. “Shirt.”
That snapped through the sensual fog. “But I let you take off your socks first!”
“Yeah, I didn’t know you had a foot fetish. Shirt.”
She glared.
“You reneging on the bet?”
Fuming, she began to unsnap the buttons of the black shirt.
Hawke watched her with predatory alertness. “You’ll be cute dressed in just your socks.”
The image made her fingers halt on the final buttons, but when he raised his eyebrows, she kicked herself back into gear, shrugging off the shirt before she could lose her nerve.
His groan made her thighs clench. “You’re wearing a fricking tank top underneath!”
“Frustration’s not so funny now, is it?” she said with a smirk.
A slow smile that made her stomach go twisty and tight. “So this is revenge?”
“Maybe.” Her satisfaction lasted until she figured out that Hawke was a cardsharp. Heart in her mouth, she was certain he’d make her strip off the despised tank next, but he rubbed his jaw and said, “Tank with the socks—could be cute.”
Nervous anticipation or not, she couldn’t keep from stroking her gaze over his chest as she waited for the verdict. What would it feel like to touch him, to rub her—
“Socks.”
“What?”
“Want me to change my mind?”
“No!” Getting rid of the socks, she dealt the next game since he appeared to be content with her playing dealer. Except it was impossible to concentrate with him lying on his back only two feet from her, one leg stretched out on the carpet, the other bent at the knee as he held his cards up above him. It was like being shown the most beautiful classic statue in the world and being told not to touch.
Her nails dug into her palms.
“Baby?”
Expecting more of the sensual teasing that had her melting from the inside out, she was surprised at the tenderness she caught in that wolf-pale gaze. “Yes?”
“Do you want to be naked?”
“I agreed to play the game.” Sienna always kept her word. It was a choice she’d made after leaving the Net, a stance that defined her.
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