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stared at him for a long time. “I wish I hadn’t asked.”
            Dean chuckled. “Too late for that, sweetness.”
            Lips twisting from one side to another, she said, “I’m not ready to be anyone's wife, Dean.”
            “What makes you think I was proposing?”
            “The way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention,” Becca answered simply.
            He grunted. “I’m not trying to trap you. I just need you to understand that I’m not going to stop chasing you.”
            She placed her cheek to his chest and admitted softly, “You scare me, Viking.”
            “I don’t want you to be afraid, Becca. I want you to be prepared.”
            “For...?”
            He held her tighter. “That last bit of land, the one you’re trying so desperately to hide away...it’s about to be taken.”
     
     

The Viking's Pursuit

Chapter Four
     
            What he said should’ve scared her. 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. Yet as she looked at Dean, she didn’t have the slightest fear that he would ever try to change her. He would never let her walk all over him, but he would always allow her to be the same goofy, fun-loving, smart-mouthed woman that she was, and that was enough for her.
            Now, hours after the wedding was over, she had Dean pushing her up against the wall of her suite, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as he swallowed her needy moans. Those large, rough hands that she’d denied wanting any involvement with were sliding up her thighs, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
            Dean suddenly pulled away from their kiss and took a step back. Slowly sliding his tux jacket off, he watched her though hooded eyes. Then he spoke and her breath shuddered out.
            “Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”
            As Becca did as he commanded, she briefly thought that yes, he had earned his nickname.
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            True, he could’ve taken her to the bed, but he wasn’t exactly in that frame of mind. Not when he had every interest of having the very thing that he’d been watching for weeks rolling against him—her ass. Soft touches and kisses could come later. At the moment Dean felt like nothing but the giant Viking Becca claimed him to be. When she turned and did as he’d demanded, his dick extended just another inch.
            His gaze roved her and unable to keep his hands from doing the same, Dean eased behind her before gripping her hips and bringing her back flush to his chest. His lips pressed against her shoulder and he didn't waste any time finding the apex of her thighs. Whimpering, Becca put her hand on top of his, and at first he thought she'd make him stop—but she actually guided his hand inside her panties, right to the puffy lips of her core and up to her clit. But when he felt something