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 EdithorTiffany?”
“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 shut.
“But you said—” I started to protest, but he snapped those mesmerizing eyes at me, seizing me alive.
“I know, but I can’t think straight and you’re not even on me.” His eyes dropped on my lips before he bit down on his bottom one. “All I can see is fucking you this way.”
This was the real Greyson. The almost decent human being he had been covering up with was now peeling its scales.
“Keep seeing it ‘cause you’ll never feel or know what’ll be like,” I grunted out as I haphazardly got off him and went back to my seat.
Why did he have to ruin the night like that? Everyone knew he was an animal, but for once, could he at least act with decency? His blatantness was offensive.
He remained quiet as he gunned down the engine until we hit a stoplight before glancing at me with sharp eyes. “It’ll be better for the both of us if we stop pretending that we don’t want each other.”
Even if he was right, I would never admit to it. Instead, I snorted, looking away, staring at the passing scenery.
“Admit it. It’s killing you that you want me.”
One night of playfulness and he thought he could say things like this to me? Arrogant SOB! “After tonight, let’s pretend that this never happened. I just want to forget about this nightmare.”
“You’re good at forgetting things, I know.”
Oh, we’re back at that, huh?“What the fuck does that mean, Greyson?” I screeched, ready to knock him down from my simmering anger.
“Nothing,” he nonchalantly replied.
Oh yeah, he was now playing stupid? I think not. “Don’t you nothing me when you have something to say!”
His nostrils flared, looking like he had something to say, but instead, all I heard from him was a loud groan before he drove off. Viciously furious.