She becomes breathless, and I want to lose control with her again, but I refuse to be the one to pursue it.
“Gavin,” she whispers when we finally pull apart.
“Hmm?” I say, leading her away so we can have more privacy.
“Take me home with you tonight,” she tells me without hesitation.
“You’re sure?” I ask, needing to know she wants me as much as I’ve always wanted her.
“Absolutely.”
The confidence in her voice is all I need to hear. I thread our fingers together, and we rush back to the RV, barely able to keep our hands off one another. It seems as if the sexual tension between us has finally snapped, and I’m not complaining one bit.
Chapter Eleven
MAIZE
Right now, I need Gavin like I need air. He’s the only reason I didn’t completely lose my mind after delivering the food to the judges. Knowing I’d have the opportunity to spend time with Gavin tonight gave me something else to look forward to. As much as I’ve tried to turn off my attraction to him, I’ve found it impossible. My resolve has completely crumbled.
When he unlocks the RV, and I step inside, my eyes go wide. This is a huge change from the small campers we used to camp in as kids. It’s like a damn mansion on wheels with a kitchen island, residential fridge, and recessed lighting. I rub my hand against the marble countertop, and my mouth falls open. “This is crazy.”
“I know. They have way more options now than when I was traveling.” He grins, the continues, “You thirsty?”
I pop a suspicious eyebrow and he chuckles, which is contagious.
“Loaded question,” I say with a laugh.
Gavin removes the space between us and captures my mouth with his. Immediately, my heart races as his strong hands seem to memorize my body. A moan escapes me, and I want him to dominate me and make me his again. Carefully, he removes my hair from the ponytail I’ve been sporting all day, and it falls around my face.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he says, studying me. “And you smell like barbecue.”
A howl of a laugh escapes me. “Does this thing have a shower?” I ask, knowing it probably does.
Gavin takes my hand and leads me to the front. We climb a few stairs, and he opens the door to a full walk-in shower with glass doors and his and her sinks. There’s even a real toilet. I turn and look at him with wide eyes because I’m actually shocked. “You’re kidding me right now. This is nicer than my bathroom at home.”
“I know, it’s fancy. Shocks the shit out of me each time I walk into one of these things.”
Slowly, he moves toward me and undresses me. His calloused fingers brush along my skin, and goose bumps form where he touches. I’m floating as he takes my chin and lifts my mouth to meet his again. I get lost as our tongues twist together, and I don’t know how much longer I can wait to have him. I’ve been fantasizing about this as much as I’ve been trying to forget it.
Though we’ve had our ups and downs since he started working on the ranch, I’ve never stopped thinking about how he made me feel. Hell, I’d be willing to bet that’s impossible. Now that he’s standing before me, undressing me, I don’t want to think about anything but his mouth and hands on me. I want to live in the moment with him.
After he unsnaps my bra and it falls to the floor, Gavin takes a step back and admires my body, lingering on my breasts.
“You’re beautiful, Maze,” he says, and it only builds my confidence.
“Thank you.” I move forward and slip my fingers in the loops of his jeans and pull him to me before undoing his belt buckle and top button. I move the zipper down and forcefully push his jeans to his ankles, leaving him in only his boxer shorts.
Gavin bends over and takes off his boots and pants, then takes off his shirt. When I gaze down his body, I notice just how hard he is, and it makes me smirk. Gavin hooks his fingers in my panties and slides them down my body. It’s the first time I’ve been naked with him in way too long.
His fingers thread through my hair, and I nearly melt into him as we greedily kiss. There’s so much pent-up sexual tension between us that it nearly slices through the air as he leads me into the shower. The water is the perfect temperature as he washes my hair and body. One thing about the man is he pays attention to detail and doesn’t miss an inch. When his fingers brush against my clit, I’m nearly putty in his hands. It doesn’t go unnoticed as he palms my breast. After I’m washed, I return the favor.