Chapter 12 #2
“Shh.” He held his finger to his lips and carefully slipped under the covers next to her.
A ribbon of excitement fluttered in her belly. It was her body’s natural response to him. She’d been disappointed not to stay
with him last night, but fun times had to wait in the name of decorum. “The bed. The squeak.”
He scooted closer, prompting the metallic sound. She silently bugged her eyes at him. He rolled his in return.
“It’s your rain check,” he whispered.
“Your grandmother is awake. I smell coffee.”
“We aren’t going to make that kind of noise. Roll over. Away from me.”
Piper wasn’t sure what she was in for, but something told her she’d be a complete idiot to say no. She did as he asked, being
very careful not to make any sounds.
A heartbeat later, he swept her hair aside, his chest pressed against her back, and she felt a soft and gentle touch at the
nape of her neck. It was barely perceptible. So much so she would have questioned whether she was imagining it if Emilio wasn’t
already in bed with her. Then the touch moved lower, and she realized it was his lips. There was warmth from his breath. Tingling
from the slightest brush of his tongue. Her nerve endings bubbled to life. Anticipation turned every inhale to a shudder.
Electricity zipped beneath her skin. The kisses became more firm . . . and she couldn’t help it . . . she quietly hummed her
approval. She arched her back. Whatever Emilio was starting right now, she approved.
His warm body pressed into her. Her ass. The backs of her thighs. Emilio. His fingers started at her shoulder then ran down to her elbow, back and forth, light as air, just like the first kisses
on her neck. Piper’s eyes drifted shut, then fluttered with the sensation.
“Is this okay?” he whispered into her ear.
“Mmm-hmm,” was all she could manage, her mind running wild with where this was going. She pressed back against his chest,
and his hand slipped beneath her cami at her hip, then slid up along her stomach until he reached her breast.
“I hated not being able to touch you last night.” His voice was quiet, but rough, delivered right into her ear.
“Me, too.” She was a huge fan of Grandma’s house, but she was really looking forward to the motorhome stay for the race, where
they could be alone. And at least a little bit loud.
He rubbed delicate circles against the very tip of her nipple, around and around, while he pressed his erection against her
ass. Then he kissed the side of her neck, his mouth wet and hot. Heaven didn’t begin to describe it—she’d passed beyond to some higher plane of existence. Tension coiled tightly in her thighs.
She thought she might come from this alone . . . Then he moved his hand down her stomach and into the front of her panties.
“I thought about you last night,” he whispered, his voice so low and quiet it was more a vibration than a sound.
She found it hard to swallow. “You did?”
He slipped his fingers between her folds, then back up to her clit, rubbing it in perfect circles. Over and over again. “I
thought about everything we get to do when we’re alone again.”
She could hardly believe what he was saying. That he was fantasizing about her. Her breath caught in her throat. “Oh.”
“Do you like that idea?” he asked, straight into her ear.
“Yes,” she managed, her breaths getting shorter and shorter with every pass of his fingers. The pressure was immense, twisted
tight between her legs, taking grip of her thighs. And then it unraveled, and she came with so much force she had to clamp
her lips shut to keep from screaming.
Emilio slowed his touch, kissing the side of her face and her neck, and humming. “I love that sound you just made.”
Meanwhile, Piper struggled for words. What was English, anyway, aside from her native language? Just a bunch of symbols thrown
together to make sounds. That was how little her brain was working right now. The orgasm had been that intense.
“Are you okay?” Emilio laughed quietly, then kissed her neck.
She nodded, then rolled over and delivered a real kiss, straight to his perfect lips. His stubble scratched at her chin and
cheeks. “I’m amazing. That was incredible. And it’s your turn now.”
“Nope. I’m good.” He kissed her, then rolled away and climbed out of bed. “We need to get going. We should be on the road
soon and I’d love to grab a cup of coffee downstairs.” He reached for the doorknob.
“But your . . .” She pointed in the direction of his crotch.
“Cock?”
“You have a pretty serious erection. I could feel it against my ass when you were doing . . . whatever it was you just did.”
He leaned against the door frame for a second. “I made you come, Piper. And this isn’t a tit-for-tat situation. I’ll be fine.
I’ll get in the shower, and it’ll go away.” He stepped back over to the bed and leaned down to kiss her. “All I wanted to
do was make you happy.” In a flash, he slipped into the hall.
Piper sat on the edge of the bed, her feet dangling a few inches above the floor. “Well, damn. That was hot.” As if Emilio
needed to be any more amazing. He didn’t. But he’d gone ahead and done it anyway. She hadn’t felt this sexy or appreciated
ever. It made her heart swell to twice its size.
She followed Emilio’s cue and took a quick shower, putting her hair up in a bun. Judging by the strength of the sun outside,
it was going to be another hot day, so she put on a tank top and a long flowing skirt and a pair of sneakers, then tossed
her stuff into her bag and met Emilio downstairs.
“Good morning, Mama Ximena,” she said to his grandmother, who stood at the stove. “Morning, Emilio.” Seated at the kitchen
table, he delivered the most devilish grin. What had just happened upstairs was such a delicious secret between them. Her
heart flipped in her chest at the thought.
“Good morning, Piper,” Ximena said. “The coffeepot is half-full. The mugs are in the cabinet. Cream and sugar on the table.”
“Thank you.” Piper helped herself to a cup.
“Did you sleep well?” Ximena asked.
For a moment, Piper had to wonder if Emilio’s grandmother had heard them. She prayed she hadn’t. “Best night’s sleep in a
long time.” Except for perhaps the night after the first time she and Emilio had sex. She hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep that
night, but the hours she did sneak in were especially deep.
“Wonderful. Breakfast is just about ready.”
They sat down to a lovely breakfast of eggs baked in a delectable tomato sauce with toasted bread. Every bite was as delicious
as everything they’d enjoyed yesterday. As soon as they were done eating, Emilio gathered the plates, brought them to the
sink and started washing.
“I’ve enjoyed my time with you, Piper,” Ximena said. “I hope you’ll come to see me when you return to Spain.”
Return to Spain. Piper hadn’t taken the time to think about coming back to any of this new world she was experiencing. It had always seemed
like it was a one-shot sort of deal. And deep in her gut, she felt that was true. She had to go back to Florida. She had to
ultimately be with her family again. But every passing minute made it more difficult to imagine. “This is actually my first
time outside the US. I guess you could say I’m a homebody.”
Ximena smiled. “I’m glad my grandson can open up your world to so much more.”
You can say that again.
They took Gus outside for one last pee break, then they exchanged hugs with Ximena, climbed into the car and were soon on
their way to the track. It would take them a little more than an hour. Piper didn’t know what the Spanish Grand Prix had in
store for either of them, but she suspected things were about to get heated . . .
She glanced over at Emilio as he drove. With sunglasses on and the wind blowing his hair back from his face, he was nothing
short of perfect. His handsome profile was made so much better by the effortless smile now on his lips. Hot damn, she could
still feel his incredible body pressed against her an hour ago in bed. That hadn’t been on her bingo card for the year. Or
her life. She’d always been a big fan of her comfort zone, but she was learning that stepping outside it was the best thing
she ever could have done.