Rolling her over, he wedged her body back in the corner. His body came down over her. One arm snaked its way under her head, creating a headrest, forcing her face against his neck, while wrapping his forearm over her hair. Zan curled his other arm up over his own head to hide his hair and shifted his body slightly to better align their bodies. Marley couldn’t keep in her gasp at the feel of the hard planes of his body pressed into her. “It’s okay.” His breath stirred the hair at her temples. He shifted again, trapping her feet between his legs. Marley could now make out the sound of a helicopter and understood he was trying to cover her gym shoes. She pointed her toes out to flatten them against the muscle-corded limbs. “Good girl. Now stay still.” Stay still! She was afraid to breath. People in a helicopter were searching almost directly above them, and, she was in the most intimate contact with a man she’d ever been in in her life.
