probably far more appealing than his. But still, she stared out at the view. Were her nerves bothering her? Jody? That almost made him chuckle. His nerves all but choked him.
He twirled the glass before his face, blurring her image. What was it with her? She drew him to her like a magnet and no one ever had the ability to do that to him before. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. It was a bad situation. Zenith was the symbol of him getting somewhere, his dream manifesting, his best chance, and Jody was niece of the lead singer. And a family friend to the other half of the band, Spencer. They were all family oriented and fiercely loyal. So any fuckup with Jody could fuck up something very important. He lowered the glass.
Listen to him. Dreaming about his newfound chances and choices. When did something ever last for him? The opportunity to be drumming as a job, in front of an audience, and a member of Zenith couldn’t last. Neither would anything he did or didn’t do tonight with Jody. Fuck her or not, it couldn’t last. So why the hell not?
He decided to take all he could get while he was here. Use up his allotment everyday. The money. The food. The opportunities. The music. The knowledge. The chances. The networking. He would gorge himself now to carry him over when it all ended. What made him think this might be different? Or better? It never turned out that way in the past.
So he might as well enjoy all he felt and wanted to do with Jody.
He slipped the glass to his lips and drank all of it, leaning forward to set it down before he slowly rose to his feet. Her gaze tracked him. Her mouth puckered, and he guessed she was probably about to clarify what they could or could not do. He wanted answers.
He had none. Except for this one.
He stopped right in front of her. Too close. Crowding the common space, and crossing into her personal boundaries. He knew that and he pushed the limits. His face went right into hers. She blinked back in surprise. Her mouth puckered tight, and her eyes flashed, indicating how she felt about that power move.
For the first time since meeting her, Ross approached her in his usual manner when his intentions revolved around sex.
Then he simply slipped his hand on her thigh, going directly between her legs and straight up. Without hesitation or foreplay or softness. When he encountered the soft fabric of her panties, he stared hard at the whites of her eyes and her mouth gaped open. She started to sputter. “Wh—What…?”
But his fingers found their home and he didn’t pause or wait. He slipped his fingers to the side of her wispy underwear and straight into the soft, wet, dripping pocket he knew was waiting there for him. She gasped as she stared up at him, her mouth fully open now, and the excessive heat she felt made her skin turn red.
“I’m going to fingerfuck you.”
She was hot and wet and soft. He kept her gaze as he stared into her heart-shaped face, looking so sweet, yet so tough. He found her contradictions sensuous and fascinating. Despite her small stature, she had the biggest personality he ever confronted. She seemed small, delicate, and fragile yet she was so loud, sure, and confident as the leader and go-getter. She was unlike anyone else he knew and he often got exhausted just watching her.
Now, all of her attention belonged to him. He curled his fingers through the short hairs before slipping two inside her and waited until he heard her unmuffled moan. She felt like burning, silky liquid. Her eyes fluttered and she wilted, pressing down as he pressed up. She started to shake, setting her hands on the counter to hold herself up. Her legs parted, releasing the tension and allowing him several more inches to maneuver. Her eyes shut and her head fell back. She surrendered to her pleasure. When her skin flushed pink in hot arousal, he could smell her and feel her ecstasy. He relished it and played it out longer.
And he loved to observe her closely.
He watched her facial muscles contract and release as all the ecstatic maneuvers he used played out over her face. He felt like he was reading a story about her. He slid his finger along the slickest part of her and she whimpered as he delved