Lower, her hips bucked against his thigh. He could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. She was still wet from the bath.
"Astrid."
His voice was urgent.
"I will explain everything. Just stay quiet. Stay STILL."
She couldn't respond. Couldn't move. All she could do was glare at him with murder in her eyes.
Five minutes passed.
Five agonizing, uncomfortable minutes.
Finally, Jax heard footsteps outside the door.
Then receding.
Then silence.
He released his grip and scrambled off her.
"Listen, Astrid. This is NOT what you think."
She grabbed her robe with trembling hands. Wrapped it around herself.
Then slapped him.
SMACK.
It was the softest slap in recorded history. Like being hit by a gentle breeze.
Jax didn't even blink.
"Easy there. You'll hurt yourself with that technique."
"How—how DARE you—"
Her face was crimson. Her words wouldn't form properly.
"How dare you see....I can't... you SAW—"
