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door.
    “Shit!” Cora squeezed past him, telling herself she didn’t really feel the brush of his arm against her breast. She told herself she was only focused on the door and not on how the tight space left little room to do anything about the way her rear snuggled into his body.
    Cora shoved at the door frantically, and when it didn’t budge the entire room seemed to close in on her, sucking out the air as it shrunk. Her heart thudded loudly, and she pressed her back against the door, gasping for air.
    “You’re claustrophobic?” Gavin asked as she rubbed a hand over her chest.
    “No.” Or she hadn’t been until a few months ago. Shutting her eyes, she calmed her breathing. It would be fine. They were in the liquor fridge of a bar. Someone would be coming in here before they froze to death. She opened her eyes again and found Gavin only inches away, watching her with a strange expression.
    Her breath puffed out in a white cloud of condensation. She should have been cold, yet the heat radiating from him left her deliciously warm and wanting to move closer. Her tongue peeked out to slide over her lower lip.
    Lusting after Gavin was nothing new. It started when she was sixteen, though now her thoughts were much more vivid. For years, she suffered the guilt of loving her best friend’s boyfriend, yet that day, she couldn’t bring herself to be the martyr anymore. Lela was gone, and Cora accepted it even if Gavin didn’t.
    She heaved a sigh, and the movement caused her nipples, tightened by the cold and desire, to scrape along his chest. With any other man, she would have retreated, but this was Gavin, and he intoxicated her.
    Her hand lifted to rest on the side of his abs, and he stiffened under the contact. For a fraction of a second, she hesitated, then before she could have a second thought, his lips converged on hers.
    Fire tore through her, a burning that started deep in her belly. Her lips parted, and his tongue thrust in, tempting hers into a delicious dance and filling her with the spicy flavor of him.
    Finally . Finally.
    What the hell was he doing?
    The question came to Gavin as a soft moan escaped Cora. He ran his hands over her hips to cup her ass, and the question disappeared as his dick took over the thinking process.
    Through her well-worn jeans, he stroked her lush curves, and his fingers dug into the flesh, squeezing, testing how much she was willing to take. Cora rose on her tip-toes, her hands winding around the back of his neck. The motion eliminated any space separating them. It was all he needed to know.
    He gave a deep growl and pressed her up against the door. Her legs shifted open and he slid between them. Even with layers of clothing they wore, he could feel the warmth of her pussy. His dick hardened and he rocked against her.
    She pulled her head back and nipped at his lip, catching it between her teeth and tugging until he groaned and took her mouth again.
    Then she was ripped away, falling back into Keeley, who possessed the unfortunate luck of going to get a case of beer. The two of them stumbled backward until the wall opposite the fridge halted their fall.
    Both women’s eyes were huge. While Keeley’s were in shock and humor as she realized what she’d interrupted, Cora’s held mortification.
    He quickly grabbed the box of garnish and, holding it low enough to hide the evidence of his encounter with Cora, went back out to the main room.
    What the fuck had he been thinking?
    He snatched up a celery stalk and slammed it onto the cutting board. With the butcher knife, he hacked at the stalk.
    Making out with Cora topped his stupidest shit ever done list. Cora, for Christ’s sake .
    He grabbed another piece. Whack!
    Fuck, she’d tasted good, sweet and smooth like a chocolate-dipped strawberry. And her ass. Damn .
    Whack!
    He stared down at the mangled vegetable in front of him. Cora was messing with his mind in ways he hadn’t anticipated. He heaved a sigh. He didn’t need any