Always You ✔

34 Chapter

Sebrina's P.O.V

Austin *promised* he wouldn't burn the house down, but let's be real-I've never seen the man cook. The last time we "had a meal," he ordered takeout, so forgive me if my confidence in his culinary skills is... lacking.

As we reach the kitchen, I offer to help him, but of course, Mr. Independent waves me off. "Austin, I'm warning you-if you burn anything, I *will* kill you."

He looks at me, all smug. "Excuse me, this is *my* house. If I want to burn it down, I'll do it."

I place my hands on my hips. "Sure, you do you. Just don't expect me to stick around for your cremation dinner. I like my life flame-free."

He ignores me, turning his focus to chopping vegetables. "You're making my favorite pasta, right?" I give him my best puppy-dog eyes. "Please don't ruin it, baby."

He doesn't even flinch. "Just wait and watch. You'll be begging for more."

I raise an eyebrow. "Begging for more?" My gaze narrows playfully. "What exactly are we talking about here, Austin?"

He blushes slightly but keeps his eyes on the veggies. "Don't look at me like that. You know what I meant."

"Oh, I *definitely* know what you meant." I give him a cheeky grin. "Carry on, Chef."

"Austin, can I check out the rest of the house while you cook?" I ask sweetly.

He shoots me a glance. "Nope."

"What?" I pout, crossing my arms. "Why not?"

"Because," he replies, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, "I'll show you after dinner."

I huff, glaring at him. Ugh. He's the kind of guy who likes control-fine, I'll play his game. But I can feel some mischief bubbling up inside me.

"You said I can't touch anything in this kitchen," I start innocently, sidling up beside him. He hums, not even sparing me a glance. "So that means *you're* off-limits, too, right?"

Before he can answer, I wink and bite my lip.

He sighs. "You're going to distract me, aren't you?"

"Oh no," I say with exaggerated innocence, "I just want to see how easily *you* get distracted." I lean in closer, brushing my hand lightly against his arm. "How about a little bet? If you lose, you have to grant *my* wish."

He raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "And if I win?"

"I'll grant *yours*." I flash him a wicked smile, knowing exactly how this will play out.

He gives me a challenging look. "Okay, deal. But if you respond to any of my touches, you lose. Pasta's our timer-when it's ready, so is the game."

This is going to be *way* too easy. I've got time, and I know how my touch affects him.

I tiptoe behind him, slipping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his broad shoulders. "Why are you so tall?" I grumble, my voice muffled against him.

He chuckles. "So you have to tiptoe to hug me. I'm considerate like that."

I giggle, tightening my grip. He smells amazing-like spices, fresh herbs, and a hint of something uniquely *him*. It's... distracting. But I have a plan. Time to up the stakes.

I start unbuttoning his shirt. He doesn't even flinch. Really? Oh, game *on*.

"Excuse me, sir," I say in my most innocent voice, "can you please stop for just one second? I'd like to take your shirt off."

He sighs dramatically but pauses, letting me slide his shirt off his shoulders. Without missing a beat, he goes right back to cooking, as if this is totally normal.

I place a kiss on his bare shoulder, running my hands down his toned back. Still, no reaction. Oh, come on!

Fine. I step around to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Baby, you're cheating," he says, trying to look past me. "I can't see the stove."

I grin. "That's not my problem."

I kiss him, letting my lips linger on his. I can feel him fighting the urge to kiss me back, but he's stubborn. I'll give him that.

I bite his lip, kissing him deeper, letting my lips trail along his jawline and down his neck. I can feel him holding his breath, his body tensing. His eyes flick to the stove-*pasta's almost ready.*

"I swear, you're going to pay for this," he mutters, his voice low.

"Wow, Austin, you look *so* sexy right now," I tease, smirking as I kiss his chest, leaving little marks.

His chest rises and falls rapidly, and I know I'm getting to him. I unbutton his pants, my fingers grazing his abs. Just as I'm about to move lower, he grabs my wrist.

"Your time's up," he says with a triumphant smirk, nodding towards the stove.

I glance over. Damn it. Pasta's done. But before I can even pout, Austin grabs my face, pulling me into a rough, heated kiss. His tongue slips into my mouth, and he doesn't give me a second to catch my breath. He's fast, intense, and so damn good at this.

He grabs my ass, squeezing it hard, making me moan into his mouth. He bites my bottom lip, leaving me breathless.

When he finally pulls away, we're both panting. He leans in close, whispering in my ear, "Let's eat... the *pasta* first. Then, I'll devour *you*."

I shiver at his words, watching him go back to the stove like he didn't just melt my entire being. He starts plating the food, casually pouring us each a glass of red wine.

I watch him with adoration, knowing that after dinner... it's going to be one hell of a night.

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