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chest, thigh to leg, pressed together tighter than a perfectly fit puzzle piece, he simply held her. Inhaling the sweet scent of jasmine from her curls, he let go of worrying about how he was doing on their date. He forgot about their agreement, and even that she was only pretending to be his girlfriend. Never had he had the chance to enjoy a woman on his terms, in his own time.
    Best of all, he wasn’t alone. He was so damn tired of being alone.
    With Diana, there was no rush, no pawing, and no desire to explain why they were dancing. He could enjoy their time together and experience all the emotions that came with something new. Already highly addicted to what he had with Diana, he knew no other woman in his life had every brought him this much contentment to enjoy the situation.
    Being comfortable with her, and losing time they shared together beat the hell out of the fast pace of fighting women off and taking a one-night stand when he gave up on fighting.
    He lowered his hand on her back, until his fingers moved over the slight curve of her butt. There he held her tight against him, luxuriating in the way they molded with one another.
    “You fascinate me,” he whispered.
    She tilted her head. “Then we’re even, because you’re confusing me.”
    “I’m not a complicated man.” He inhaled deeply. “I enjoy playing hockey. On Sundays I read the paper in bed. I call my family a couple of times a month and I appreciate the friends I have in my life. I’m also learning that I have a deep desire to get to know more about a woman who enjoys driving my car, has a solid dream she’s determined to go after, and can go up against a room full of women without breaking a sweat.”
    “Dom … ” She dropped her forehead against his chest.
    He lifted her chin, until he could look into her eyes. “Most of all, I want to kiss you in the worst way.”
    “I-I can’t.”
    She stepped back, but he pulled her closer. “Yes, you can.”
    “Please.” She pushed against him.
    He let her go, chilled from the loss of her heat and her regression. She wasn’t stopping because of something he’d done or didn’t do. They were having fun, getting to know each other, and she was right there with him when they danced. Whatever kept her from him came from something inside her.
    “Can you tell me why?”
    She slipped on his jacket, wrapping the front around her and hugging her middle. She appeared so uncertain and wary, he wanted to wrap her in his arms and never let go.
    “It’s … not important. I just can’t.” She shook her head, regret burning in her eyes.
    He slipped his hands deep into his front pockets and rocked back on the heels of his shoes. Failure sat heavy on his shoulders. “It’s late. We should probably go home.”
    She nodded. He held out his hand. Her attempt at a smile as she slipped her fingers between his broke his heart.
    “I’m not going to let you run away from me without explaining. I will find out why you won’t allow yourself to get closer to me before our time is up. That’s a promise.”
    “Let it go,” she said.
    “I can’t do that,” he muttered. “For a change, I’m the one who seems to be out of control when it comes to you.”
    Together, they unlocked the door, walked down the stairs, and exited the empty downstairs. As the left through the back door, a flash exploded. He pulled Diana into his side, and curled her away from the paparazzi.
    “Enough. You’ve got your picture, leave us alone.” He held his hand in front of the camera and ushered Diana across the parking lot. “I hadn’t realized how late we’d stayed. I think we closed the club.” He held the door open as she slid into the passenger seat. “At least we got our picture taken, so we accomplished our goal.”
    She smiled sadly at him without answering.
    He stroked her cheek. “It’ll be okay.”
    “Will it?” she whispered.
    “Yeah.” He kissed her forehead. “I promise. You just have to trust