Free Pieces Of You & Me by Pamela Ann Page B

watched my breasts rise high and low from my shallow breathing.
    Leaning closer to his ear, I whispered, “Then I promise to be bad.” If this little flirting didn’t work, I was out of options.
    He groaned, grinning at me so sexily, making me combust in flames. “If you ride with me, you ride with me .”
    “Huh…?” I sounded like the clueless idiot that I was. “ What does that all mean? ” I asked, blushing, not from looking like a moron, but from his hot gaze.
    Wickedness gleamed at me. “It means you have to straddle me, Liv.”
    My mouth hung ajar. “ While you drive? ”
    He nodded.
    Shaking my head in disbelief, I stared at him like he had lost his mind. He probably did. I shouldn’t even wonder about that. “ Is that even possible? ”
    He pushed against me, curling his thumb against the side of my neck before running it slowly upwards, behind my ear. “It is. Anything is possible,” he rasped out, taking my breath with him.
    “You’re crazy,” I barely managed to say.
    “So I’ve been told.” The side of his lips lifted, giving me the sexiest smirk I had yet witnessed. “Are you on?” He arched one perfect dark brow.
    Am I on? Yeah, I definitely was on something and his name was Greyson Edwards. “As long as you promise not to kill us both, I’m on board.”
    “Yes ma’am, I promise.” He saluted, promising me madness.

Chapter 12
    Liv
     
    After he made sure everyone was set to leave for the meet, Grey, Jet and I made sure the house was secured before leaving in separate cars. He waited until Jet left ahead of us in his suited up Acura RSX before glancing at me. We were barely out of the circular driveway when he killed the engine without warning.
    “You forgot something in the house?” I double checked, confused at his actions.
    He shook his head, staring ahead, pondering. “No, but I think we should try this one out.”
    Was this part of his mind games? “Aren’t you going to be late?”
    Grey glanced at the time then back at me. “We still have time to practice.” His large hands rubbed his jeans before tapping his legs for me to straddle on. “Sit on me, Liv.”
    He was testing me. I sort of guessed it, just to see if I really was going to pull through my bullshit. Well, I wasn’t one to back down.
    “Have you done this before?” I asked as I unbuckled my seatbelt and slowly started to shift in my seat, facing him with my left hand on the edge of his headrest, gripping the soft leather, while my right was splayed on the dashboard, all set and ready.
    “Maybe a few times.”
    No wonder. “With Edith or Tiffany?”
    “One of each.”
    He said a few times. Who the heck was the other nameless woman? “No accidents?” I raised my brow as I started to knee the seat and slowly shift towards him.
    His eyes never left me. “Not in the way you’re implying.”
    And what was that exactly? I wanted to know, but didn’t ask because I might not like the answer.
    The car felt crammed, but I managed to move above him, hovering, without accidentally elbowing his face or kneeing his crotch. Both of my hands were planted on each sides of the headrest. My hair fell forward, blanketing us, while I looked down on his face. His face lifted towards mine, watching every move.
    His smell. His body heat. His hot breath. Those eyes that seemed to take in everything I did all at once, this close to him… made me yearn for the things I shouldn’t be wanting. Needing.
    “Grey,” I whispered, cautiously lowering myself down on his lap when he jolted me with his protest.
    “Don’t. Move,” he gritted out with ragged breaths. His eyes closed. He was breathing deeply, nostrils flaring as if he was trying to concentrate on something while looking dangerously intense.
    I was stuck midway, not knowing what to do. Should I get off him or continue to freeze? His sudden spurts of bipolar were grating on me.
    “I don’t think I can do this with you tonight, Liv,” he spoke, eyes still