Chapter Ten:
Day Three:
He was tired.
He had meant to lie down on the couch to rest but woke a few hours later. He jumped up when he noticed the door was unlocked, and she was nowhere to be seen. He quickly stepped out
onto the front porch and found her sitting in the swing.
He sighed out loud.
"Come inside and have breakfast," he said.
Breakfast was a failure.
She didn't even try.
Lunch was added to the list of disasters for the day when she refused to even sit down at the table. She said very little that day even though he had initiated several conversations that were ignored.
"You were making progress," he said as they argued about dinner.
"No, I wasn't."
"Yes, you were," he said.
He stared at her.
"Have dinner with me?" he asked.
Anger flashed in her eyes.
"I remember asking you that, but you turned me down."
"I'm sorry. I'm asking you now."
"No."
His jaw twitched.
"How does it feel to be rejected?"
"It hurts."
She turned away.
He dreaded bedtime.
Nothing had gone right.
She took a shower without being reminded.
She even waited for him in bed.
He sat down on the edge of the bed.
"I'll sleep on the couch," he said. "Maybe you could sleep if I wasn't here."
He started to get up, but she reached for him.
"Don't leave me," she begged.
He sat back down.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
She pulled the covers back, and he slid in beside her.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I haven't been myself today."
"Try to sleep."
She closed her eyes and waited for him to touch her, but he didn't.
He kept his distance.
He felt her inch closer to him.
He did the same.
She curled up beside him, and her head fit perfectly on his shoulder.
His hand gently stroked her hair.
She moved closer resting her hand on his chest.
It felt nice.
His hand continued to make gentle strokes.
Her hand made circular motions on his chest, and he became aroused.
He slightly edged away.
She moved until her leg rested over his.
Her breast now lay on his chest.
He breathed in deeply.
Go to sleep Sara…
Just sleep…
You need to sleep…
He felt her lips kiss his chest.
His body tingled.
She reached up and kissed him on the lips.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you," she whispered.
"Try to sleep," he replied.
Her head rested once more on his chest, but her hand began to roam down his body. He caught it and gently placed a light kiss on the palm before returning it to its original resting place.
It did not stay there.
It was roaming again.
It slid down his chest sending quivers down his back.
He rose up on his elbow only to have her drag him down for a kiss. At first it was soft, but then her tongue sought entrance, and he groaned when his body reacted. He intended to return t
he kiss and then stop, but he couldn't. His arms snaked around her body pulling it tightly against his. She could feel his arousal, and she pulled his body down on hers.
"Sara, you need to sleep," he whispered.
"Have sex with me," she begged.
He lost all logical thought for a moment.
"Close your eyes, and try to sleep…Sara don't do that."
Her hand slid down between them, but he grabbed her wrist before she could touch him.
One touch and he knew he might lose control and complete the task she wanted.
He didn't want to have sex with her.
He wanted to make love to her.
Warning bells went off in her head, but she pushed it aside letting him bring her wrist back.
It's Grissom…
He wouldn't hurt me…
He's only holding one wrist…
"Just sex…no strings attached. No one has to know," she whispered.
He couldn't.
I would know…
How do I do that and not want you again…
I would always want you…
I do want you…
"You deserve more than just sex," he whispered.
"Please," she said.
She quickly kissed him again pulling him back down on top of her. He tried to pull himself back up, but she deepened the kiss. Her tongue darted in and out, and he lost his balance. His
hands slid her gown up so he could caress her abdomen, and she moaned. He kissed her that time as his fingers caressed her inner thigh. She positioned herself and purposely rubbed her
body against his shaft. He let out a groan. His fingers slipped beneath the panties and dipped gently inside her.
It was sheer pleasure as she arched her body toward him. He kissed her lips and then her cheeks followed by her neck. She clung to him as his head slipped down, and his lips planted soft
kisses on her left breast.
Her hands combed through his hair, and she moaned when his fingers dipped deeper inside her. Her senses were in overdrive as he continued to slowly manipulate his hand between her
thighs. Her breathing quickened, and her body was impatient. She wanted more. The feeling was intense, and she pulled him back down for another kiss.
He knew they were getting carried away. He knew if he didn't stop soon he would be inside her. He needed to stop. He didn't want to stop. He wanted to plunge deeply inside her and
release both of them from this agony.
"Sara, we need to stop," he said.
Her mind refused to listen.
She wanted more.
She wanted release.
He withdrew his hand and frustration hit.
It was forceful, and it was powerful.
He saw the look of hurt and disappointment.
He kissed her.
It was a mistake.
She kissed him as if her life depended on that single kiss. He could do nothing but respond. Tongues collided together, and they both gasped from the power of it. Her hand grabbed his
erection, and he cursed inwardly. He quickly grabbed the wrist; but she tried with the other, and he grabbed it as well. He straddled her with her arms pinned to the bed.
"Lie still."
The past slammed into reality.
"Let go of me," she said.
He saw the fear in her eyes.
"Did David hurt you?" he asked quickly.
She tried to break free.
"Sara," he said softly. "Look at me."
She did.
"I won't hurt you."
He released a wrist while his free hand gently stroked her hair.
"I would never hurt you," he whispered as he leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips.
She relaxed.
He released the other wrist but not before kissing the palm of her hand. He rolled over but pulled her up next to him.
"Sleep," he whispered.
"I'm scared," she whispered.
"Of what?" he asked.
"The dreams," she said.
"What do you dream?"
"I dream about…David," she whispered.
His pulse quickened as a sickening feeling overcame him.
"Do you miss him?" he managed to get out.
"I hate him," she cried as she gulped back the tears.
"Sara, what happened?" he asked.
She said nothing as she lay there.
He silently fumed.
"Try to sleep," he whispered.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked.
"I've already told you. I care about you."
"The lab needs me," she said. "You need me for the lab."
"I'm not here as a boss. I'm here as a…."
"Friend…just friends…that's all we've ever been."
"Sara…"
She swallowed hard.
"Why can't you love me?" she asked. "All I ever wanted was your love. I didn't care about the job…I came to Vegas for you not the lab. I've loved you ever since I met you."
He was not prepared for the revelation.
He had hoped.
"Sara…"
She pulled herself up and sat on the edge of the bed.
She breathed in deeply as she struggled to compose herself.
David's words swirled around in her head.
She wanted nothing more than to cease to exist at that moment.
She had told him how she felt.
She had placed her heart there on a platter before him, and now he would reject her like he had always done.
She didn't blame him.
She was weak.
She wasn't strong.
She was a shell of a person.
David had done that to her.
She had trusted him.
She had not loved him but she could have.
She could have learned to love him.
She could have adjusted.
She could have settled for him.
She met Grissom.
She knew she could not settle for David.
David knew it as soon as she told him.
He raped her.
He took what she wanted to give to Grissom.
She shivered.
A fear far worse than the rape enveloped her.
Her declaration of love had slipped out without a single thought.
Before, she would have been careful with each utterance around him but not now.
How could I have been so careless!
I was careless before…
I should have reacted…
I should have done something…
I should have stopped David…
Note from author:
What do you think Grissom is going to do?? I know... what a stopping point...hang in there. Leave a review!
Take care,
Penny