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“You weren’t supposed to!” My voice is way too breathy, but I’ll blame it on my panic and not the sight of his biceps.
He lifts his arm enough to squint at me. “I’m not supposed to sleep?”
“Not here!” I fling an arm wide, indicating the bed we’re sharing.
He shrugs. The motherfucker shrugs.
And then it dawns on me. Maybe with him in here…
I roll over the edge of the bed, the bedding coming with me.
“Cold!” he whines. But I don’t look back. I don’t want to know if he’s fully naked, or only in a pair of those shiny silk boxers. All I want to know is––if he left the door unlocked.
The curse he lets out when he realizes my plan fills me with hope.
My feet trip over the too-long pants, and I stumble forward, but when I reach the handle, it turns.
It fucking turns!
I yank open the door with more force than necessary, and I swear I feel the ground shake as King leaps from the bed behind me.
I spare the split second it takes to slam the door shut behind me, hoping that it will buy me just enough time to get…anywhere, but I only make it a dozen steps before I hear the bedroom door open.
“Savannah.” His tone is more exasperation than intensity, but it shoots adrenaline through my system all the same.
He doesn’t think I’ll get away.
I got out of the room he trapped me in but he still doesn’t think I’ll get away.
I grip the waist of the pants and pull them up as high as they’ll go to keep from tripping, but I have to let go of the material when I reach the top of the stairs.
My socks are slippery on the wood floor, and I dart my hand out just in time to catch the corner of the railing. My momentum swings me around and I take the first few steps at a terrifying speed.
“Dammit, woman!” King’s voice is so close, it startles me and I accidently let go.
The scream is already leaving me before my foot even slides off the edge of the step.
Falling down these stairs is going to hurt. It’s going to hurt a lot more than if King had let me fall the last time he chased me. The last time he scared me and I tripped.
My arms flail, desperately hoping for another save. But my other foot follows the first, sliding out from under me.
My center of gravity takes over, and I can only be thankful I’m falling backwards and not forwards, as my ass plunges towards the hard steps below me.
King lets out a grunt, a second before my butt hits…a lap.
CHAPTER18
King
This fuckingfemale is going to be the end of me.
My shoulder aches from where my hold on the railing jerked me to a stop. And my glutes and hamstrings throb from where they collided with the unforgiving steps, the second impact of Savannah’s weight jamming me harder into the steps is only dulled by her sweet ass smashing my balls.
I flex the arm around her waist, holding her in place, even as we bounce down another step together. The process causing a new round of hurts.
Her scream cut off as she landed on me, but my ears are still ringing from the agony in my fucking nuts.
She shifts, and I tighten my grip on her even more.