All Chapters of A Taste Of Him: The One I Was Never Meant to Want : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 52Aurora povI didn’t give her time to think.I grabbed Layla by the arm and tugged her forward, laughing too loud, too fast—anything to drown the tension still clinging to my skin.“Ohhh, come on, girl,” I said lightly, pushing her toward the noise. “It’s nothing. Literally nothing.”I didn’t wait for her reply. I was already pulling her inside.The music hit us full force—bass thudding through the floor, lights flashing like a heartbeat. The crowd was thick, warm, alive. Someone shouted my name. Someone else whistled. I lifted my hand automatically, smiling like this was exactly where I wanted to be.Layla’s mood flipped instantly. She grinned, eyes bright, already in her element.“Drinks,” she declared, pointing. “We need drinks.”She disappeared into the crowd before I could protest, and I stood there for half a second too long, suddenly aware of my own body, my skirt, the way people’s eyes skimmed past me and lingered.Then Layla was back—two cups raised triumphantly.“

Chapter 54Aurora's povAs if he knew how hard I was thinking about him, Jaxon was standing at the door unbothered I had wrapped myself in a thin, oversized towel, the fabric clinging to the curves of my hips, the swell of my breasts. The hard sound of the chaos outside did little to distract me from the way my pulse quickened when I heard the front door click shut.Jaxon stood in the doorway, his broad frame filling the space, his dark eyes locking onto mine the moment I stepped back a bit. There was no hesitation in his gaze—only hunger, raw and untamed. His jaw was shadowed with stubble, his lips parted slightly as if he’d already tasted something on his tongue. The muscles beneath his fitted black tee shifted as he took a step forward, then another, his boots silent against the hardwood floor. My breath hitched, my fingers tightening around the edge of the towel, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Not when he looked at me like that—like I was the only thing in the world worth devo

Chapter 56Jaxon's pov The hallway stretched ahead of us like a vein of shadow threaded with gold. Dim lights flickered amber against the walls, casting our reflections long and distorted, like we were already somewhere we weren’t supposed to be.Her pulse jumped beneath my thumb when I laced my fingers through her wrist and tugged her closer. Aurora followed without hesitation. Bare feet silent against the floor. The hem of my shirt skimmed her thighs with every hurried step, a quiet reminder of how close she was, how little space existed between us now.I could hear her breathing—short, uneven, betraying her far more than her silence ever could. I felt it too. The warmth of her skin. The faint tremor in her hand as she squeezed mine back.Curiosity, yes.But beneath it—something brighter. Sharper.Fearless.Hungry.And it matched mine exactly.The bathroom door gave a soft click when I nudged it open. Cool tile glimmered under the single overhead bulb, painting everything in bluish

Chapter 58Aurora's povHe didn’t give me time to think. His mouth crashed down on mine, hungry and demanding, his tongue sweeping past my lips in a claim that left no room for hesitation. I melted into him, my body arching into the kiss, my fingers tangling in his hair as I tried to pull him closer, deeper. He let me be in control for a moment. Then his hands slid down to my thighs, lifting me effortlessly, and I gasped against his mouth as my legs wrapped around his waist on instinct.The walk to the bedroom was a blur of heated kisses and grasping hands. He didn’t stumble,every step was measured, deliberate, his grip on me tight enough to bruise. The back of my knees hit the edge of the mattress, and he lowered me onto the sheets with a slow, controlled motion, his body following mine down until I was pinned beneath him. The weight of him was intoxicating, his hips settling between my thighs, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against the ache between my legs. I whimpered, my b

Chapter 60Aurora's povJaxon and I kept it quiet. No careless hands in public, no lingering looks that stayed too long. No one knew, I was sure of it.We went on dates far from familiar streets, places where no one knew our names. Late-night drives, shared meals, had hot crazy sex. For months, it felt like we were living inside a pocket of time made just for us, and I couldn’t be any happier.On this very day at school dragged. Layla had traveled with her mom, so it was just me, and boring classes that refused to end.She spammed me with pictures, airport selfies, blurry food shots, her usual dramatic captions. We chatted, FaceTimed briefly. I once almost told Layla about me and Jaxon but I couldn't. Guilt ate in me kind of.Then, after the second period, my phone vibrated again.Jaxon: Rooftop. Five minutes.My heart skipped.I glanced around the hallway, suddenly hyperaware of every face, I typed back a casual okay, slipped my phone into my bag, and headed for the stairs like I was