It should’ve made that funny feeling in her chest return; the one where she wanted to run as far away from him as possible. But she wasn’t scared and she didn’t want to run. The only thing Becca felt at the moment was need—the need to have Dean Alexander inside her. Now. She was done playing the cat and mouse game. From the moment their gazes locked, Becca knew good and damn well that she wanted him. She’d fought it, denied it, insulted him and brushed him off. And yet he was still here—charming her, seducing her. This time she wasn’t fighting or insulting. She just wanted to enjoy whatever transpired between the two of them, because Becca was more than tired of pretending she didn’t want what Ryssa and Kyran had. Watching her sister blossom under Kyran’s love and attention had been amazing, especially when she thought about the way her sister’s first marriage had ended in heartbreak. Becca had been the wild one for as long as she could remember, too afraid that once she settled down, all that fun would dissipate.
