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in the kitchen any minute now.”
    However , once he was back inside and Aria had her arms around the huge box of canned soup, she realized that she just might have overestimated her strength. The box was larger than she could wrap her arms around, and when she slid it to the very edge of the trunk, it almost fell out of her arms.
    “Shit.” Aria braced her thigh under the box, using her leg to stop it from falling. She winced. The weight of the damned box was going to leave a bruise. She could feel it forming already. Cursing under her breath, she readjusted her arms, trying for a better grip.
    Freaking hell, she wouldn't be able to carry it inside. She had to slide it back into the minivan, or else it was going to end up on the ground.
    A pair of arms came around her at the same time the heat of a body hit her back. An unmistakable voice rasped in her ear, “Let me help you with that.”
    No. God help her, no. She froze, staring unblinking into the minivan— trapped . Her chest was pressed against the box being slid back into the vehicle, and a hard, male body that she somehow recognized.
    “There. I’ve got it. Just move over and I’ll lift it out for you.”
    Move over. Move over. Her brain knew those words, but for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out what it was that was being asked of her. The box was slid the rest of the way in. Her eyes fell to the large hand braced against it, mere inches from her own.
    She needed air. Something closed around her throat, making it impossible for even a molecule of oxygen to get into her lungs. She swallowed, trying to dislodge whatever it was. Her brain was misfiring, sending heat signals through her veins, making her panic as she continued to fight for breath.
    “Aria.”
    That voice. So low, almost harsh. The way it wrapped around her name—warm breath hit her jaw when he moved his mouth closer to her ear. She gasped, the sound strained, feeling the heat and size of his body move closer to her.
    Something brushed against the curve of her ass.
    “You need to move Aria.”
    Panting breaths slid along her jaw, gaining speed. The shock of feeling her nipples pinch tight made her gasp again.
    “As much as I’m enjoying this, we’re in public.” His lips brushed the shell of her ear, a soft caress. The complete opposite of the harsh and demanding tone he used. “You need to move… because I sure as hell can’t.”
    Moving his right arm was the opening he afforded her. For a moment, while pressed between the lip of the minivan’s trunk and his body, Aria entertained the idea of staying right where she was. She couldn’t breathe right, and yet, his scent still slide into her. It was musky, perfectly mixed with his cologne.
    His breath was making her skin throb in a way she’d never felt before.
    “ Aria .”
    This time, there was no denying that his tone had gone rough. His lips ghosted across her jaw, just close enough for her to feel how he breathed her in. Her name left him once more, a low, desperate sound that called forth an answering little moan from her.
    They both tensed so hard that they bumped into each other. He hissed out a low curse. Aria’s brain scrambled to process the fact that the needy, feminine sound she’d just heard had come out of her.
    The horror of what just happened was enough to smack some sense back into her. She shot away from him so fast that she ended up stumbling onto the sidewalk, almost losing her footing. She caught herself on the side of the minivan. Heart hammering, she tightened her hold on the edge of the minivan’s trunk, until pain was shooting through the nerves of her hand.
    She looked up. At least four people were standing in front of the building’s main entrance.  Surprise, surprise. Most of them were staring in her direction.
    Damn him, what the hell was he doing there anyway? Facing him was as appealing as coming across a half-starved, rabid tiger. Just as scary, too. But Aria already allowed him to cause too