All Chapters of A Taste Of Him: The One I Was Never Meant to Want : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 92Jaxon's pov“They’ll handle it,” Cole said, leaning back in his chair. “You don’t need to go.”I signed the authorization anyway.“I want to,” I replied flatly.He studied me for a long second. “You don’t do on-site reviews anymore.”“I do now.”Ravenwoods was already booked.Cole gave me a suspicious look. Before he could ask another question, my phone vibrated in my hand.DanielI frowned slightly and answered. “Yeah.”“Long time,” he said, voice warm, distant. Daniel is now far away, settled, married. We checked in once a year, sometimes less. Enough to prove we still existed to each other.“What’s up?” I asked.“Just calling to remind you I’m still alive,” he chuckled.We all exchanged more pleasantries and that's all.After the call, I went home to get something important.I wanted to see her.Not through boardrooms.Not across negotiation tables.Not behind professionalism and distance.I had already let go once.I wasn’t doing it again.Not after all these years.~~~

Chapter 94Aurora’s POVThe flu had finally loosened its grip, tired enough to give me a few hours of peace.Steam clung to my skin as I stepped out of the bathroom, my body still warm from the shower, my head light, my limbs heavy. I wrapped a towel around my hair and slipped into an oversized t-shirt. soft cotton ones that hung loose and long enough to cover what it needed to. I didn’t bother with anything underneath. I didn’t have the strength.I was pale and tired.I looked… fragile, I hated that.My stomach growled as I shuffled into the kitchen, opening the fridge and immediately regretting it. The smell alone made my head spin. I leaned against the counter, breathing through the weakness, then gave up.I pulled my phone closer and called Alfredo.“Hey,” I said hoarsely. “Can you help me order something warm? Soup. Anything. And ginger tea…lots of it.”Concern bled into his voice instantly. “You should be resting, Aurora.”“I am,” I muttered. “Just… food first.”After the call,

Chapter 96Aurora's povRain lashed against the single window, its glass fogged with the steam of the rain. my skin slick with sweat since the lights have refused to come up, my robe clinging to the curves of my body. I hadn’t bothered with anything beneath it—what was the point? The air was thick, humid, the kind that made your lungs work harder just to pull it in. My hair, chestnut and fully scattered all over the bed.Jaxon is still beside me, broad in a way that made the narrow bed feel even smaller. His dark hair was tousled, as if he’d been running his hands through it, and his watch glinted dully in the dim light filtering through the rain-streaked window. His palms were rough, calloused from work I didn’t ask about, and when he reached for me, I could already feel the drag of them against my skin, the way they’d catch on the silk before sliding beneath.“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice low, rough, like gravel underfoot. His breath was warm against my temple, then my forehe

Chapter 98Aurora's pov Night came quietly over Lake Como, like it didn’t want to disturb us.The windows were open, curtains stirring with the breeze, the lake reflecting silver light that crept across the walls. The world outside felt far away… muted, unreal, while the room held only us.I was already in bed when Jaxon joined me after shower.He stretched out beside me and, without asking, drew me back against him, draping me over his body like it was the most natural thing in the world. His arm curved around my waist, firm and familiar, his chin resting against my shoulder.Then his face buried itself into the hollow of my neck.I inhaled sharply.His breath was warm, steady and grounding. Like he was anchoring himself to me. My knees weakened even though I was already lying down.“Jaxon…” I whispered, to let him know I was still sore and tired from the last one and the trip.He didn’t answer. He wasn't ready to. He just tightened his hold, fingers flexing once at my waist, like

Chapter 100Aurora's povJaxon closed the balcony doors behind us.I woke briefly to his lips brushing my forehead, his voice rough with emotion.And then—because I was selfish, because I wanted more—I kissed him again.Morning still felt far away.“I’m tired,” I murmured, more honest than I meant to be.His eyes darkenedHis hands found my waist, steady and warm, grounding me as the night pressed in. I could feel his restraint humming under his skin “Come here,” he murmured.I didn’t argue.He draped me against him, my back to his chest, his chin resting in the curve of my neck. His breath brushed my skin, slow and unguarded, like he’d finally stopped running.My knees weakened. “Jaxon—” I started.He buried his face into my neck, a low groan slipping free before he could stop it. The sound sent heat straight through me.I turned. That was my mistake. Or should I say my choice.I rose onto my toes and kissed him first, desperately.His hands tightened.The world narrowed to breath an