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fingers through her hair, controlling each movement as he turned her head whichever direction he chose. He tugged on her shorts, thong included, and slid his hands down her thighs, her shorts and thong now pooling at her feet, as he kneeled, and nodded for her to step out of them. She didn't hesitate, but a quiver seized her stomach when he coerced her down on the rug and kicked off his briefs.
    The warmth of his flesh against her own aroused every cell within her and she couldn’t push the thoughts of him burying himself inside of her out of her head.
    She wouldn’t be able to stop him. She met him head on with passion, reaching up, running her fingers through his hair at the baseline of his neck, pulling him down tighter. She shifted her hips slightly at the sensation of his fingers sliding along the delicate skin between her thighs.  Cruz slipped them lower, entering tighter depths. Daniella gasped and shuddered. Both pulled back, out of breath. She wanted him. She wanted him more than she’d wanted any man and that scared the crap out of her. 
    What she didn’t want was to get pregnant. “We can’t... Cruz. Stop.”
    “Mm... why... not?” Cruz lifted his head and met her eyes with steady resolve. 
    “I’m… well, I just started on birth control a week ago—I'm not protected. I don’t want a kid. Do you?”
    He stared as he slowly slid his middle finger in and out of her several times before finally pulling away.
    “Mm. No, but I have a condom. Hang on.” He stood and went upstairs.
    That little voice warning her not to do it just yet wouldn't quit toying with her thoughts. Do you think you know him well enough? Is he going to use you? Crap. I can’t be certain of anything. Why is this happening? Why am I letting it happen? Crap, crap, crap! Daniella pushed herself up, retrieved her clothing and slipped her shorts on. She stuffed her thong and bra halfway into her purse, and struggled with the buttons on her shirt. Clutching her purse, she marched toward the front door.
    “What are you doing? What’s wrong?” Cruz asked—eyes wide, mouth open.
    When she didn't answer, Cruz closed the distance and clenched his fingers around her wrist. He gave her a slight tug.
    Feelings of shame washed over her for attempting to leave without telling him. She dropped her head and stared at the floor. What could she say? I’m afraid it’s too soon. Truth is, I’m scared shitless you’ll rip my heart into a million pieces if we do it and then you send me on my way. God, that would hurt more than what happened with Blake.
    Cruz released his grip. “Don’t run. Wait right here.”
    He retrieved his boxer briefs while keeping his eyes on her. After slipping them on, he rushed back and trapped Daniella against the wall by the door.
    “Please, talk to me,” he pleaded.
    “I... um.” She struggled for the right words.
    “You changed your mind. Is it me? Something I did?” Cruz’s nose nearly touched hers as he held her gaze.
    “No. It’s not you. I mean... it is... but it isn't.” Daniella still couldn’t come out and say what she wanted to say.
    “It is, but it isn’t. Maybe you could clarify a little better.” He inched forward, pressed into her and nibbled on her neck.
    “Clarify. Um, okay. But...” He was doing it again, getting her aroused. Daniella pushed him back. “We’re moving too fast. I hardly think two weeks is enough time to know one well enough to allow full exploration of the most intimate, most personal thing a person could know. It’s not you in that I don’t want you. I do, but I can’t assume there is more to what we are about to do than just that.”
    “Let me see if I understand exactly what you are saying.” Cruz reached a hand underneath Daniella’s chin and lifted upward, forcing her to look at him. “You think if you let me have all of you, that it ends there. I get what I want and bye-bye to you. Is that what you think?”
    Daniella nodded.
    “Seriously?”
    Again,