Corey tensed and the cotton of his t-shirt tightened over the bunched muscles of his shoulder. It was crazy that Hallie noticed that single movement, but her entire body responded to it. The push of him against her hand was like a kinetic jolt that jarred straight through her palm to her clit. As much as her principles had steered her clear before, she was definitely attracted to him. What harm would it do, really? She just needed a good fuck, after all. Especially after that… dream she’d just had. They could move on afterward. “Like all the other men you’ve moved on from?” the bitchy little voice inside her head said. It only gave her a moment’s pause, rationalizing that maybe she wouldn’t have to move on from him if she just gave him a chance. Except that she’d thrown caution to the wind with the last guy and look where it had gotten her—on the run and loaded with so much regret she could fill a swimming pool. Did Corey even want to be saddled with her mistakes? She doubted it.
