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Chapter 19

Sara smiled as she studied her reflection in the mirror. Catherine had been right. The red halter showed off her shoulders and arms. The plunging neckline accented the swell of her breasts. The jeans, that had been loose a year ago, were still a little tight but actually made her ass look good. Tousled hair, sexy eyes and a pouty mouth completed the picture. Looking at her, nobody would know she had a two month old baby. Satisfied with her appearance she picked up her purse and jacket and went to find Grissom.

Grissom sat out on the deck with a beer, soaking up the late afternoon sun. For some reason he was nervous. He knew that, logically, there was no reason for the butterflies in his stomach. That didn't change the fact that they were there. He took a long pull on the bottle in his hand and closed his eyes. When he heard the door open he turned to see Sara. Suddenly, his mouth was dry and his palms damp. He ran his eyes from top to bottom and back in slow appreciation.

"Hey," she said quietly.

"Hey. You look fantastic." Grissom's voice was a little hoarse.

"Thanks. Are you about ready to go?"

"Yeah," Grissom replied standing and walking toward her.

Sara felt a slow smile spread over her face at the sight of the man before her. He had on black. Black always made his shoulders seem even broader than they really were. The pull over shirt was just snug enough to show off his chest. The sleeves were tight around his biceps and left his forearms bare to her gaze. His jeans were faded and very form fitting. They clung to his muscular thighs and made it obvious, without being obscene, that he was all man. She knew the view from the back would be just as good. The beer bottle dangled carelessly from his hand.

"Wow," she breathed. "You're gorgeous."

Grissom blushed. "Thank you. You are too kind." He leaned down and brushed a kiss over her cheek. "Let's go." He placed a hand on the small of her back and ushered her back into the house.

They kept up a steady stream of conversation during the drive. It was amazing to them that once they had figured out what to do about 'this' neither of them ran short of things to say. When they reached New York New York, Grissom helped Sara from the car and gave the keys to the valet. They strolled through the lobby on the way to Il Fornaio. Grissom kept his hand on her back as they were shown to a table. Sara chose to sit next to Grissom. Over a bottle of wine and a delicious dinner they talked and laughed and flirted. Sara took every opportunity to touch her husband. She laid her hand on his arm. She rubbed his leg. She put her head on his shoulder. She used her napkin to wipe a drop of sauce from the corner of his mouth. In a word, she bewitched him. When the plates had been cleared and the last of the wine consumed, Grissom paid for their meal and stood to help Sara from the booth.

Exiting the restaurant he asked, "Are you ready to go pick up Jonathan?"

"I thought we might go to the amusement park. Why don't we call and see how he's doing?" Sara fought a grin as his eyes lit up at the hint of a rollercoaster. "Let's find somewhere a little quieter."

They found an alcove with a couch that was out of the main flow of traffic. They sat down and Grissom called Catherine.

"Hey, Cath, how's it going?" Grissom tried to sound relaxed.

"Gil, he's fine. He's asleep right now. Fed, bathed, lotioned, diapered and asleep. Don't be such a worry wart. Finish your date with your wife," Catherine snipped. "Frankly, I'm a little hurt that you don't think I can handle this."

"It's not that and you know it. Just jittery about leaving him." Grissom sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Okay. I get the picture. We'll call you when we're on the way." He paused for a second before saying quietly, "Oh and Catherine, thanks."

He stood and held out his hand for Sara. "Let's go ride a rollercoaster."

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They drove over to Circus Circus and again Grissom turned the car over to the valet. He escorted Sara inside. When their tickets had been purchased they headed straight for the Canyon Blaster. Sara was eyeing it with not a little apprehension.

"Come on Sara, it'll be fun," Grissom grabbed her hand and tugged her along behind him. "There is something so exhilarating about it."

Sara tugged back, spinning Grissom around to face her. "I think you relish the loss of control. I think that the slow climb up that hill is like foreplay and the rush through the rest of the ride is the climax." She was leaning against his chest, her lips tickling his ear. "Am I right?"

Grissom couldn't deny the tightening of his body in response to her blatant teasing. He brought his lips close to her ear and said, "You might be. Let's go find out." He used both hands to turn her and usher her through the crowd.

When they were standing in line to get on the ride Sara pressed her back against Grissom's chest. She slid her hands back to rub lightly over the outsides of his thighs. She felt him jump at the unexpected contact and smiled. Catherine was right. That's why Sara had gone to her for advice.

Grissom had a bird's eye view of Sara's shoulders and cleavage. She was leaning back against his chest and he was starting to feel the effects of her body pressed against his. He hadn't felt that familiar curl of desire in his belly since Jonathan was born. He could smell her shampoo and the lotion she smoothed over her body after her shower. He was aware of the new found curves Sara had been hiding under the baggy sweats and loose shirts. When he saw a couple of thirty-something men running their eyes over her form he wrapped his arms around her waist and glared at them over her shoulder until they turned away.

The line shuffled forward slowly. Sara kept in constant contact with Grissom. She held his hand, stroked his forearm, laid a hand on his chest and leaned into his body. She kept her voice low so that he would have to lean in to hear her. She smiled and pushed her hair behind her ear. Grissom kept his eyes on her. He watched her lips form words and thought about how they felt on his body. He watched her hands as they touched him and thought about other places he longed to see and feel them. He felt her breath caress his cheek and knew that he couldn't get them out of this amusement park fast enough.

"Honey, are you trying to drive me crazy?" Grissom asked on a moan.

"No. What are you talking about?" Sara looked up at Grissom and her eyes went wide and innocent.

Without warning, Grissom bent his head and captured her lips in a kiss that sizzled. Pulling back he took in the heat that flared in her eyes. "Don't play with fire."

"What if I want to get burned?" Sara gave him a secret little smile and turned to close the distance to the people in front of them.

Grissom shook his head and followed her. Finally, they were strapped into their seats and Grissom was smiling at her. When the cars started up the hill Sara began a quiet litany in her throaty voice. "Almost there, Griss. Almost there. Just a little more…" As the first car nosed over the apex, Sara looked at Grissom and said, "That's it. Oh yeah." And then they were shooting toward the ground, pressed back against the seats, and Sara was screaming. Up and around and upside down. Wind flying past their faces and adrenalin flooding their veins. The ride stopped and Sara looked over at Grissom with eyes of liquid heat and said, "That was fantastic."

Grissom swallowed audibly and said, "Let's go home." Without waiting for an answer he levered himself out of the low car and reached back to help Sara. Never letting go of her hand he walked quickly through the throngs of people. The lobby was relatively empty and the going was much easier. They hurried to the valet entrance, Sara giggling harder with every step.

Grissom handed his stub to the valet and pulled Sara to his side. He ran his hand absently up and down her arm while they waited for the car. As soon as it pulled up he opened the door and settled her inside. He pressed money into the young man's palm and slid behind the wheel.

"Call Catherine and tell her we're on the way." Grissom reached over and captured Sara's hand to bring to his lips.

"I told her we wouldn't be there until midnight. We have a couple of hours. I hoped we might need a little extra time." Sara smiled at the narrowing of Grissom's eyes.

"Well in that case, I have something to show you." Grissom never took his eyes from the road but could feel Sara's glare.

Grissom drove away from the strip and into the desert. Slowing, he began looking for a turn off. When he found it, he took a road that began to wind up into the hills surrounding the city. After about half an hour he brought the car to a stop on a narrow dirt path that dropped off into nothing twenty feet in front of the car. Spread out before them were the lights of Las Vegas. From here it was a blinking, twinkling fairy city without crime or greed or dirt.

"It's beautiful. How'd you find this?" Sara turned to stuffy Grissom's profile.

"Sometimes I just needed to breathe. I could breathe up here." He gave a slight shrug and turned to find her eyes with his. "I can put the top down if you want." Even though it was almost June, the mountain air could still be very cool at night.

"Do you have a blanket in here?" Sara asked. At Grissom's nod she said, "Then let's put the top down. I'm sure that between us and the blanket we'll be warm enough."

A slow smile spread over Grissom's face. "Why, Mrs. Grissom, how do you intend to stay warm?"

"Let that top down and I'll tell you." Sara reached into the glove compartment and popped the trunk. "I'll get the blanket."

When the top was down, Sara opened the door and climbed into the back seat. "Are you going to join me?" She managed to suppress a laugh at the look on Grissom's face. "Come on. It's all part of my master plan."

After a second's hesitation, he opened his door, got out and then clambered in beside her. When he was settled, Sara straddled his legs and draped the blanket across her back and around to cover Grissom's shoulders.

"How's that for a plan?" She whispered in his ear. When he shivered at the feel of her warm breath she teased, "Are you still cold? Cause I have another plan."

"Oh really? What's involved in the new plan?" Grissom's hands had begun running up and down her back. He stopped and cupped her ass in his hands as his mouth skimmed over her jaw.

Sara wriggled against him. "Well, first we have to take off some of these clothes." Sara ran her tongue against the outside of his ear and nipped gently at the lobe. "Then we press our bodies together and use the blanket to hold in our body heat." She found the sensitive spot just behind his ear and sucked gently. "Then we engage in some aerobic activity." She ran her tongue up the side of his neck, following the muscle from his shoulder to just behind his ear.

"Aerobic activity, huh?" Grissom's lips were tickling the curve of her shoulder. "Well, I can't argue with that." He lifted his head and pulled her mouth down to his. He met her half way with parted lips and seeking tongue. His hunger for her only intensified. "God, Sara I want you."

Her only response was a groan. She held his face between her hands and nipped and sucked at his bottom lip. Pulling back for a moment, she whispered, "You have the sexiest lips. I love the way they feel on me."

"Are you sure you don't want to finish this at home?" Grissom asked between short, sharp kisses, thinking of all the fun they would be missing in the car.

"No. I want to do this right here, right now. Home doesn't seem to be working too well for us these days." Sara's breath was coming in ragged gasps. "Don't talk right now. Just go with it."

She began tugging at his shirt and let out a moan of satisfaction as it slid over his head. She let out an appreciative groan as she ran her hands over his smooth skin. Why would anybody want a hairy chest when they could have all this skin? She felt Grissom's hands sliding under her shirt and sat up to help him. When the cool air hit her heated flesh she shivered. Then he was pulling the blanket up around her shoulders and pressing his chest against hers. Heat started to pool between her thighs and she moaned.

Grissom was rapidly losing control. It had been more than two months since he had made love to Sara. His body suddenly reminded him of every second. He was hard. Harder than he ever remembered being. His skin was hot and tight. He wanted to hurry. He wanted it to last forever. Dipping his head he slid his tongue over a stiff nipple and felt her back arch. He dimly registered her fingers in his hair. He could feel the pressure of her body on his erection and pushed up with his hips. His fingers fumbled at the buckle on her belt and again at the button on her jeans. She slid off his lap and began to wriggle out of the tight denim. Grissom's eyes turned navy at the sight of Sara, naked and flushed, in the moonlight.

Reverently, he whispered, "You are exquisite. I have never seen a more beautiful sight."

Tears shimmered in her eyes and she fought them back. "Shhhh, just love me."

She rose up on her knees and helped Grissom work out of his jeans. The thick material had done little to disguise his excitement. When his clothes were finally around his ankles she returned to her place on his thighs. Her hands roamed over his biceps and shoulders. She kissed him with wild abandon. His hardness was pressed between them. Unconsciously, Sara had begun pushing against it in an ageless rhythm.

"Sara, honey, if you don't stop we'll never get to the main event." Grissom placed his hands on her hips and held her still. "It's too good. So good." His words vibrated against her throat as he nuzzled the sweet skin there. He was glad that he had found some relief in the shower or no amount of baseball stats would help.

"Gil, please." Sara panted. "I'm ready, now." At his slight nod, Sara reached down and guided him between her legs. As she started to slide down she winced and stopped.

"What? Does it hurt? Are you okay?" Grissom's voice was worried, his hands trying to lift her hips off him.

"Just give me a second. A little more sore than I thought." Sara held still and willed herself to relax.

"We can stop. I don't want to hurt you."

"Griss, if we stop now, it'll be me hurting you." Sara smiled at him and said, "I just have to take it slow."

She began to lower herself onto Grissom's erection, pausing every few seconds to let her body adjust. She didn't stop until she could feel the coarse hair at his groin against the backs of her thighs. With a sigh she sat, trying to catch her breath. Slowly she began to rock. Every movement of her hips created a delightful friction on her most sensitive spot. Her head was thrown back and her eyes closed. Her hands were braced on Grissom's shoulders. Sara felt him reach up and grasp her wrists. When he guided her hands to her breasts her eyes flew open.

"I want to watch." His husky voice sent a delicious tingle straight to her core. "Touch yourself."

Sara was hesitant at first. But then her eyes drifted shut and she lost all inhibitions. Grissom's hands stroked over her ribs and stomach. He caressed her thighs, his thumbs stroking close to her aching center. The closer he got the faster she moved. The faster she moved the more sure her hands were on her body. Grissomleaned back against the seat taking in the woman before him. She rose up from his thighs all pale skin and gentle curves. The column of her throat was arched back and her lips were parted. Her hands on her breasts rubbing and pinching strained his self-control. The place were her body met his was the only dark patch against her creamy skin. Without warning, he ran his hands up her slender thighs until his thumbs met in that shadowed place. The cry was wrenched from her lips just as theclimax was wrenched from her body. She began to roll her hips against him and Grissom couldn't hold back any more. With a muffled cry he emptied himself into her.

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Pulling into the driveway at Catherine's house, Grissom cut the engine and walked with Sara to the front door. It eased open before they could ring the bell. One look at the couple and Catherine knew that her plan had worked. When Grissom went out to put the car seat in the car, she raised her eyebrow at Sara in a silent question.

"In the mountains, in the car, with the top down, overlooking the city." The smile on Sara's face would take days to fade. "Thanks."

"Hey, what're friends for?" Catherine smiled.