Grinning to himself, his head lightly shook with thoughts of other parts of her body he wanted to explore.
“You make me nervous.” Joi’s voice was softer than usual. He liked it.
“How?”
“Because you’reyou.”
East smirked, half understanding what she meant. He knew who he was. He was also well aware of the effect he had on women. It was something he put little effort into, but it didn’t change how they felt about him.
“Come over here with me.”
“What, no?”
Joi’s head quickly moved left to right. It was tempting enough being confined to his car, surrounded by his scent, with the warmth of his hand on her thigh. She damn sure wasn’t about to be that close to him. She’d survived his lap once and it damn near killed all of her will power.
That charming smile he seemed to use as a weapon was on his face in a matter of seconds but accompanied by the lustful state of his hooded eyes, Joi was done for.
“Shawty…” and there it was, that slow, southern drawl that spoke intimately to her libido had won the war of wills. “C’mere.”
East’s voice broke her down, and Joi pushed out a soft huff, exhaling her nervousness before she did as he asked. It took a little effort for her to climb across the vehicle and into his lap. With her knees positioned on the outside of his solid legs, her dress rose up to her panty line. East didn’t miss it because it was where his eyes moved first, followed by his hands, which rested at the slight curve of her waist. It took him a minute to travel the distance from the apex of her legs to her face, but when he reached his destination and found her dark, stormy eyes staring back at him, he tucked his lip into his mouth and held it in place with his teeth. Only for a second.
“You’re sexy as fuck.”
The two had a stare down as East considered the fallout from what he wanted to do. Sex wasn’t a big deal for him. It happened as often as he needed and with no remorse. Just a good nut to satisfy a need. With Joi, it would be a little more complicated. He had only known her for a few weeks, had only been around her a handful of times, but felt something he wasn’t quite ready to admit. She was challenging his plan. A plan to just do him and not fall for the fuck shit most people chased.
East wasn’t the type to give in to feelings. Having feelings for people allowed them a certain type of control over you, whether you liked it or not. East wasn’t trying to go down that road in any way, shape, or form, but Joi was forcing his hand. Could he fuck her and it mean nothing like with the others he dealt with? The answer was no. He already knew beyond a shadow of doubt, but still.
Fuck, I want her so bad.
The idea of anyone else having her had him feeling territorial. East knew the power he had, he knew being inside her one time would do the one thing he was trying to avoidher doing to him, handing over control. She would hand it over willingly.
“I uhh… it’s getting late.”
East smirked and looked past Joi through his windshield. It was just after eleven, which wasn’t really late. Not for two grown ass people who didn’t answer to anyone. East was sure the reason for her mention was that she was feeling the same pull he felt.A will to give in.
“You trying to run from me, shawty?”
“No.”
“I’m trying to run fromme. The me that I know wantsthiswithyou.” Joi’s honesty made East’s dick twitch. Her words spoke directly to it.
“Would this be so terrible?”
Joi’s eyes shut immediately when she felt his hand ease between her legs and glide across the sheer material that was her only protection from what she knew was coming. East’s fingers found the perfect rhythm as they moved across the seat of her panties, which were damp and soaking more by the second.Fuck it.
Pushing his finger through the side, East lifted them enough to guide another down her slit before pushing through it. Joi moaned when she felt the intrusion.
“Wait,” she pushed out in a throaty huff, but not once did she reach for his hand or attempt to move out of his reach.
“You telling me no, shawty? If so, I need you to say it like you mean it. If not, I’m not going to stop.”
East pushed another finger inside and flipped his wrist so he could hook his fingers at the perfect angle. He worked them with precision while he watched Joi’s reaction. Her face relaxed as her body began to rock a little in accordance with the way he stroked her insides.
When Joi’s head fell back and she pushed one hand into the door and the other against his chest, East chuckled at how sexy she looked. Her face was the best part; the way her eyes fluttered and her jaw flexed pending his motion had East adjusting just for the pure satisfaction of seeing her reaction.
“Shawty…” East’s voice was even, controlled in a sense. One of them had to be in charge and he was sure Joi was about to lose it.
“Hmmm?”
