“Oh look, you can see Regulus perfectly,” she says, pointing up at the sky. I smile because all this time, I’ve been so amazed by her to notice the sky is full of stars. When another song begins, she looks up at me, and I place my hand under her chin and capture her lips in mine. Our tongues twist together, and that same fire I felt the first night we were together nearly burns me alive.

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.