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to town and there was a mutual attraction, he wouldn’t think twice about acting on his urges.
    Cori reached up and glided her delicate hand along his bare chest. He steeled himself against drifting back to the past. He had to focus on the Cori here and now…not the one who’d left him broken and confused. Too many years had passed. True, he may remember her body, how she moved, how she groaned, but she was so different now and he wasn’t naïve anymore when it came to sex. He knew the difference between lust and love. This pull between them was merely physical.
    “Tell me we won’t regret this tomorrow,” she told him as she locked her eyes with his.
    “I don’t do regrets.” He tugged her against his body, a shiver of arousal coursing through him as her bare skin heated his. “I just live for now. That’s all I have, all I can give.”
    His mouth slammed down onto hers because he didn’t want to think, didn’t want to analyze this to death, or they’d both go back to their respective homes. And he sure as hell didn’t want to spend his time out on the beach in the soft moonlight in the middle of the night just talking with a sexy woman.
    Right now there wasn’t a soul in sight—the moon was high overhead and the lull of the ocean was making this all feel like a dream. A wonderfully erotic dream, and he didn’t want to wake up.
    Her tongue darted into his mouth, tangled with his as her small hands gripped his shoulders. Dylan couldn’t get close enough. He wrapped his hands around her waist and pushed his pelvis against hers until she moaned in his mouth.
    He tore away from the kiss and slid his tongue along the saltiness of the column of her throat. Cori’s body arched back, pushing her breasts higher and nearly begging to be touched, kissed.
    “This damn thing is too tight,” he complained when he couldn’t even ease a hand inside her sports bra.
    “You may not want me to take this off. I didn’t work up a sweat yet, but that’s not to say I’m not sweaty now.”
    He leaned and whispered in her ear, “You can take it off, or I’ll tear it off.”
    Cori’s body trembled against his as she reached and swept the garment off her body and onto the sand. Glorious breasts waited for him and he instantly palmed them both, flicking his thumbs over her perky nipples.
    “Oh, Dylan.”
    Her groan had him dipping his head to taste her. He couldn’t deny himself any longer. As his mouth worked on her, he used his hands to shove that pathetic excuse for shorts down her legs. She shifted slightly and kicked them aside.
    When he could no longer stand it, he pulled back. The sight of her bare except for moonlight sliding over her skin and moisture from his kisses nearly brought him to his knees. In no time he had his own shorts and boxers in a heap beside hers and he stepped back to take a seat on the sturdy canvas swing.
    She hesitated. “Condom?”
    Damn. This erotic dream was not going the way he’d imagined.
    “In the house,” he told her. “But I can tell you that I’ve never gone without one and my recent physical was perfect.”
    Cori smiled. “I’ve been on birth control since I lived here and I can’t recall when my last sexual encounter was, but I know I’ve always used protection too.”
    He stared at her, wanting her to climb on and say “to hell with it”, but at the same time he wanted her to run the other way. This woman had him all torn up.
    “Your call,” he said.
    After about ten seconds of hesitation, Cori stepped forward, easing one knee on either side of his hips. As she straddled him and looked down, Dylan knew a weaker man would take this for something other than sex and maybe even wrap his mind around the fact that a world-renowned supermodel wanted him. But not Dylan. He refused to let this woman, or any other for that matter, touch his heart…ever again. The physical was too easy, too simple…too fun to give up.
    Cori framed his face. “Don’t think. Feel.”
    As if