The knock at the door was hard, more demand than request.
Ashley went still, her body still shaky from what just happened with Jax. Her skin was damp with cold sweat, her heart racing for a whole new reason.
"Ashley, open up." It was Nolan.
Her stomach dropped. Just moments ago she'd been lost in Jax—his touch, the pull she couldn't fight. Now shame hit her, mixing with the fear of what Nolan would see.
Jax didn't move at first. His chest pressed to hers, his hand still on her hip like nothing outside mattered. His eyes flicked to the door, then back to her.
"You stay put," he murmured. "Not a word."
Ashley's throat tightened. Nolan's voice came again—harder this time.
"Jax. Open the damn door."
With a curse under his breath, Jax pushed off the bed and dragged on
