Husband With Benefits-Chapter 583: What Could Have Happened

"Do you have a fever?" Autumn almost jumped when Gabe’s hand touched her forehead, her alread red face, feeling all the more hotter. She watched him frown and jumped away, shaking her head," I don’t have fever. Its just too hot here."

"Its not that hot and you are redder than a tomato. You sure, you’re okay?" Gabe asked in concern as he stared at her face,even though he’d moved away to go back to whipping the eggs that he’d been doing...

Looking away, Autumn rushed to the side and grabbed the vegetables, "I’ll get the side dishes prepared..." With a deep breath, she stared at the carrot and ordered herself to get things under control.. It was just a dream. Gabe did not know that she’d almost ripped off his clothes in there... but if she continued to be red like this, then he might guess something was wrong.

She sent a look his way from under her lashes and then shook her head. Looking at him working here in the kitchen was what had brought back the dream from the night, making her go red. Suddenly, his broad shoulders and the way his long fingers held the whisk, were all a constant distraction. Maybe he was right. She just had fever... Hence she was getting all these hot flashes. She could almost feel the heat radiating off her own skin as the memory of her dream played over and over in her mind. That replay needed to stop too! It was not her favourite television series that needed to be watched on repeat. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Narrowing her eyes with a frown, she cursed herself for being constant distracted by him and chopped the vegetables... with more vigor than necessary. The sound of the knife hitting the cutting board, helped her concentrate though she could still feel him sending glances her way, which kept distracting her. The kitchen had never felt this small before...

Finally, after much effort, Autumn succeeded in focusing on the vegetables only, paying no attention to Gabe and his overwhelming presence.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice Gabe moving closer until he was right behind her, his chest against her back. She froze, her breath catching in her throat. She could feel his warmth before she even turned her head and saw him, the air around her suddenly thickening.

Gabe reached over her, his arm brushing against her shoulder as he grabbed a spatula from the counter. She almost jumped from the unexpected contact, her pulse quickening. Before she could react, she felt his other hand on her waist, a gentle, touch but hot against her skin as he patted her, as if she were a filly that needed to be calmed and murmured," Hey, it’s just me..."

His voice was low, close to her ear, and it took everything in her to not turn and face him. She felt the brush of his unshaved stubble against her ear and even that felt too much...

Her mind went blank for a moment, every nerve in her body focused on the spot where his hand rested on her waist and the feeling against her face. It was a casual touch, but it felt anything but casual to her. It was both comforting and electrifying, making her acutely aware of how close he was.

Gabe moved away as quickly as he had approached, placing a pan on the stove, as he said," I’ll do the vegetables, Autumn." Autumn let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. She felt a strange mix of disappointment and relief when his hand left her waist. She shook her head slightly, trying to clear her thoughts and nodded,"Okay.. I’ll go do that,"rushing out of the kitchen...

Gabe watched her leave with a glint in his eyes, a small knowing smile on his face. He knew the reaction... She was attracted to him. Her flushed cheeks, the way she stammered and fled—it was clear she felt the same pull towards him as he did towards her. He turned back to the stove, but his mind was on Autumn.

He hadn’t meant to get so close to her just now. It really had been only to get the spatula. But once he had... He had almost not wanted to move away from her. The moment he’d felt her warmth against him, inhaled her scent that reminded him of his favorite cherry dessert, he’d been tempted to linger, to push just a bit further and see her reaction. His touch on her waist had been unnecessary, but he’d done it to tease her, to see her flustered and wanting. She was so soft... he’d almost pinched her a bit there...Last evening’s kiss had stirred his need for her and his resolve for patience was suddenly challenged. He could remember the feel of her against him, the way her breath had hitched when their lips met.

And her reaction to him was not helping... It was an aphrodisiac on its own. Seeing her blush, look away and stammer around him. He wanted to pull her to him and tease her some more, wanting to see how she would react. He cast another look at the door where she had disappeared.

Outside Arabelle’s door, Autumn took in a deep breath. She needed to calm down. But the memory of his hand on her waist, his breath against her ear—it was all too vivid. She could still feel the heat of his body, the roughness of his stubble. Why was she suddenly so hyper aware of him. Was it because of the kiss. Yes. That had to be it. Before that, she had not been so muddle headed about it! It was almost as if the kiss had fried all her brain cells. She needed to get a grip and not let herself be overwhelmed by something so... ’basic’ like lust...

And yet, even as she accepted this, a small part of her could not help but wonder if her past had not scared her, intruding yesterday, what could have happened...