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.