I glance around. The cottages are still dark. Mrs. S’s cottage is directly opposite to where we are lying on the ground, all entwined with each other. If she happened to look out the window, she’d see us.
“Zach, I’m serious. Let me go. What if someone sees us?”
“Everyone’s sleeping.”
“What if they wake up?”
“What then?”
I frown at him. “They’ll see us. Mrs. S has very strict rules about that, okay?”
“What rules?”
“The staff can’t… fraternize with the family or their guests.”
Zach shifts in between my legs and settles his lower body over mine, his pelvis locking where the juncture of my thighs is. His hard stomach is pushing into my soft belly.
“And this looks like fraternizing?”
“Yes.” I’m breathing hard. “I can’t lose my job. I need this job. I need my house back.”
He studies me. Studies my panted breaths, my flushed face. The sweat on my upper lip, my frown. I’m freaking out right now, I know.
If I lose my house, I’ll lose everything.
But at the same time, I don’t want this to end. Whatever this is.
It’s so fucking confusing.
Over me, Zach moves. Somehow, he makes himself bigger, broader. He spreads his arms on either side of me and stretches his back. He shifts up my body and aligns his torso with mine.
“What are you doing?” I ask, fisting his shirt.
“Hiding you.”
“What?”
He looks down at me with serious, intense eyes. “No one would be able to see who’s under me. If they look, all they’ll see is my back and nothing else. So you won’t lose your job or your house.”
I want to laugh at his asinine logic. He’s drunk. Clearly.
But he’s also so… sweet to do this for me. And that just makes me want to grab onto him and never let go.
It makes me want to hide under his body forever.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
His eyes go down to my parted lips, and I do the same. I watch as he licks his own lips. God, they are so soft looking, so dusky and thick.
Without a thought, I stretch under him, rubbing our torsos together, and his eyes jerk up to mine.
“You’re not, are you?” I ask.
“I’m not what?”
“A-a virgin, I mean.”
He shoots me a scorching look at that and my back arches skyward. Toward him.