“Is this where you really wanted me to touch you?”
I didn’t want to admit it, but yes. His hand created a burning ache. A need clawed inside me, desperate to escape, and whispered this man was the key. I nodded quickly.
“Use words to tell me,” Joseph commanded.
It came out breathless. “Yes.”
“This was where I wanted to touch you.” His voice was quiet, but loud in my ear. “This is where I want my cock to be.”
I fractured as my brain disconnected from my body. I didn’t do anything when both of his hands worked the button of my jeans. I stopped breathing as he inched the zipper down.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered. “Watch what I’m going to do to you.”
The amber colored light from the dash was just bright enough to see his fingers ease under the parted denim, slipping over the satin of my panties. Lower. And lower.
My hands clenched the steering wheel, going white knuckled when his probing fingers caressed me through the thin fabric. Sharp electricity fired across my nerves, making me jolt. Responsible, conservative Noemi began to freak out, while the wild side of me fought to keep her quiet. I liked it too much for him to stop, but I was sitting in the lap of a stranger, who had his hand down my pants. Oh, God.
“Wait, wait . . .” I let go of the wheel and grabbed his wrist.
“What’s wrong?”
I could barely find the words. “I feel like this is getting out of control.”
Joseph stilled, and beneath me muscles hardened. “There’s plenty of control here. It just happens to all be mine.”
I gasped as his hand moved again, stirring where I was damp and achy. I bit my bottom lip to get it to stop trembling. The responsible voice in my head screamed this was dangerous and stupid.
What he was doing felt wrong. Bad. So very good.
“Tell me you like this.” He was the devil inside my head. “Tell me to pull your panties to the side and touch your wet, little cunt.”
I squirmed, shifting away. The vulgar word broke the leash on sensible Noemi, and it was as if I was emerging from a fog of lust. What the hell was I doing? Being wild didn’t mean I had to do something I might regret.
I grabbed the sides of my zipper and pulled it closed.
“Hey.” His hands rested gently on my waist. “What are you doing?” When I rose up to climb back into the passenger seat, his hold strengthened. “Answer me.”
“I don’t like that word.” There was a sharp edge to my voice. “Let me go.”
Tension fell away as he released me and I clamored over the console, scrambling into the passenger seat where the air was easier to breathe. I needed space from his dominating presence before I completely gave in to his filthy mouth. I’d never heard anyone talk like that, and never had someone look at me the way he did now.
Joseph wanted to devour me.
I could feel his desire thick in the air, choking. His head tilted just a degree. “I thought this shocked and innocent girl routine was cute at first.”
“It’s not an act.”
“I get it,” he said. “Put your coat and your seatbelt on.”
I pulled my coat out from underneath me and slipped an arm in the sleeve, hoping another layer would protect me against my attraction to him. I already had a tinge of regret about getting out of his lap.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“I’m taking you home.”
Wait, no. What would happen if he saw my building? “No, we can’t go there.”
He triggered the windshield wipers which brushed the wet snow from the glass that had us secluded from view. He set his focused gaze on me, and I felt exactly like his annoying barb, like a little girl.