Chapter 52 Chapter 52

Chapter 52 Chapter 52


Noémie couldn’t quite believe what she had agreed to until she woke up to find herself in Ajax’s arms.

It should have been a nightmare at its best.

The terrible memories should have come back to her.

It should have made every inch of her skin prickle with unease.

It should have been embarrassing to know she had caved in to the desire of a man she swore to hate.

To her dismay—or maybe not so—the moment she opened her eyes, only the feeling of safety and comfort warmed its way into and around her heart.

She couldn’t help it.

The way giddiness danced in her stomach, the way butterflies fluttered their wings against her ribs.

She felt tickled and ticklish everywhere.

Pulling her lower lip between her teeth, when Noémie turned herself just enough to glance over her shoulder, something inside her literally melted at the sight of a sleeping Ajax.

There was no other way to explain it. Her cheeks felt warm all over again and her back—which was pressed against his chest—broke into sweats.

Not because of dread, of course. But of the realization that just now dawned on her—for the millionth time possibly. That this man, her ex-boss, the father of the life growing inside her, was so unbelievably beautiful.

Be it those dark eyebrows that always seemed to be in some kind of furrow.

Or those full lips that she had imagined so many times feeling against her own.

Or that perfectly angled jaw she couldn’t help but want to trace and feel the slight stubble against the pads of her fingers.

But then the ‘adventures’ of the previous night scurried back to her with a velocity that swamped her senses with shock, surprise, and internal cringe.

It wasn’t like she had forgotten about it in the first place, but to play it in her mind with him looking like that had a different effect on her overall.

God! She thought, her face heating up as she turned back around and lay there with her eyes widened to the size of soccer grounds. Her throat suddenly dry. Her heartbeat going insane.

After the most wonderful kiss of her life when she agreed to stay the night with him, Ajax carried her to the bed and resumed devouring her lips for what felt like hours.

He didn’t try anything else.

Something she found herself pleased with without even knowing.

She loved kissing him, though. She loved it with all her heart and all her being.

With every press of his lips against her skin, he made sure to be gentle.

Never hurting her by speeding up the pace, never biting her hard enough to make her wince or whimper with pain.

His every touch ignited a want she had never known before.

His thoughtfulness, even when they were in bed, had her overwhelmed with emotions that now she had started to understand and accept.

“Good morning, baby!”

Noémie froze for a whole damn second when she heard his deep baritone voice emanate from behind. All her thoughts scattered like a house of cards.

She bit her lip, hard. “Good morning!”

For some reason, she had this horrible intuition that he knew what she was thinking.

Or for how long she had started at him while drooling over his ferociously handsome looks.

Noémie felt his arm tighten around just below her breast, his heated breath nuzzling and blazing where her shoulder met her neck.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked, his sleepy voice heavy and goddamn too sexy for its own good.