Before he could do anything else, though, I pressed back on my shoulders and wrapped my legs around his neck, twisting until he was forced to fall to the bed beside me. As soon as he landed, I was on him, my knees pinning his arms to the bed by the biceps, one hand on the centre of his chest and the other pressed to his throat. His pulse thrummed beneath my fingertips, his throat working on a hard swallow beneath my palm.