Page 15 of Too Fast To Fall
Piper. Piper, Piper, Piper.With his hand in Piper’s silky hair, and her luscious mouth all over his, Emilio pushed her against the kitchen counter,grinding his crotch against her center. “Emilio,” she gasped, then hitched her leg up over his hip, pulling him closer. Sheneeded him. Just like he needed her.Every inch of him ached for her. His hips and thighs were desperate for release. But first, he needed to tear off her clothes...
“Mr. Baquero, we’ve landed.”
Emilio’s brain registered the words in an instant, but his subconscious was still waist-deep in that dream.Fuck.Why had his mind decided to gothere? Piper was his employee. And he’d known her for twenty-four hours? He was so disappointed in his own brain. Even though ithad concocted quite a steamy scenario. It was memorable. He might not ever shake it.
“Mr. Baquero?”
Emilio nodded. “Yes. Sorry. I heard you. I’m up.” He forced himself to open his eyes, then glanced across the aisle only tobe confronted by the sight of the woman he wasnotsupposed to be thinking or dreaming about. Piper was dead asleep. Mouth slack. Eyelids twitching. Was she dreaming? If so,he hoped it wasnotabout him.
“Would you like me to wake Ms. Murphy?” the flight attendant asked.
Emilio unbuckled his seat belt and waved at the final passengers, Xander and Mia, as they headed off the plane. Gus, sprawledout next to Piper, looked up at Emilio, then settled his head back down in her lap. “No. It’s okay. I’ll do it.” He scootedforward in his seat, a bit concerned about how his body might react to touching her. “Piper?”
She snorted, then sighed, still deep in slumber and blissfully oblivious to everything around her.
He fought so hard against the smile that wanted to cross his lips. She was adorable. And completely off-limits. “Piper,” hesaid more forcefully.
No response. Gus nudged her arm with his nose and whimpered.
Against his better judgment, Emilio reached across the aisle and grasped Piper’s shoulder, lightly shaking. “Piper. We’rehere.”
“Wha?” She popped open one eye, reared back her head, then squinted at the cabin lights overhead. Outside, rain streaked theairplane windows. Another beautiful day in England. “Oh. God. We landed. We’re here.” She wiped the corner of her mouth withthe back of her hand, then struggled with her seat belt.
Gus, seeming relieved that she was indeed alive, began licking her face.
“Gus... No...” Piper giggled, pushing him off.
“Gus. Stop,” Emilio snapped. The dog jumped down off the seat.
“I’m so embarrassed. I crashed hard.”
“Don’t be embarrassed. But we need to go.” He didn’t want to sound too gruff, but he was eager to get everyone settled athis place so he could get in a solid workout. It might help him shake the memory of that dream. Today was the first day ofgetting back on track with racing. No more weekends like Miami.
“Yep. Yep. Sorry about that, but I’m up now.” Piper collected her backpack, then started down the aisle with Gus trailing.Emilio waited for a moment, sucking in a deep breath while wrestling with the mental images still playing in his head. GrabbingPiper’s ass... her tugging on his earlobe with her teeth and whisperingyeswith hot breath against his skin...
They made their way through the private terminal, then out to the parking garage where Emilio’s bespoke black McLaren waitedfor him. He clicked the fob, then loaded his luggage and Piper’s into the trunk. “It’s often just Gus and I in the car, butdon’t worry. We’ll fit.”
“Two-seater. Not exactly a family car.”
Victoria had made a similar comment—one of the times she’d hinted at marriage. He’d never taken the bait. “No family for me.Just Gus.”
“A dog is family.” Piper climbed inside and Gus had no issue hopping up onto her lap. “I don’t know that I’ve ever been ina car without a backseat. It’s weird if you think about it. I’m guessing this car was super expensive.”
“Why is it weird?”
Piper cast him a look. “Because it costs more, but fewer people can ride in it.”
“The real value is under the hood.” He started the engine then revved it to demonstrate his point. A shot of adrenaline surgedinside him. It always did when he was behind the wheel. He quickly backed out of the space, jerked the car into Drive andtook off down the ramp of the parking garage.
Piper grabbed at the dashboard. “Oh, wow. Okay. This thing has some serious get-up-and-go.”
He couldn’t help but be amused. “You aren’t nervous, are you?” He took a corner a little too fast. God, he loved the purrof the engine. “I’m an excellent driver.”
She shook her head. “Obviously. And no, I’m not nervous. In fact, I’m pretty excited for you to show me what this car cando.”
“I have to obey local traffic laws, but we’ll see.” As soon as the security gate arm was risen, he punched the gas and whizzedonto the road. He might not be in control of much in his life, but being behind the wheel was where he truly belonged. Evenif he didn’t love driving in the rain.
“So this is England.” Piper peered out the window. “It’s a little gray.”
