Miles had spun Stephie around and had her pinned up against the door, hand around her throat. There was no panic this time, not like the first. She felt she'd let him do anything to her right now, and Miles knew it. He pulled back a fraction when Astrid banged on the door, watching Stephie, who had a dangerous look in her eyes, warning him not to answer.
He was panting hard against her body, distracted, heavy with lust, but of course if Stephie was warning him not to do something he was going to do it (and it wasn't like Stephie had a gun pointed at his head like Jude, who at least had a chance of telling him what to do - not that, apparently, he was remembering Jude's warning right now.)
"What's up, Astrid?" he said, as casually as he could manage. Stephie strained and writhed angrily against him, but he pressed his mouth low against her neck and she stilled, her heart racing frantically in her throat.