Here's the second and last chapter of this one...

He kissed me with a desperate hunger, and I felt its echo spread through my veins. His tongue explored my mouth, and I groaned as I pressed close. His breathing was as labored as mine, and I felt the evidence of his desire pressing stiffly against my belly. Desire so intense it made me weak surged through me. How was it that I had failed to notice this primal chemistry? With a groan I leaned into him as he began sucking on my neck and ears. He moved to my throat, unhurriedly traced a path down my chest. Our eyes met, his questioning. I nodded, and he pulled the tank to over my head, then unhooked the front hook of my lacy black bra.

He hooked a finger under the waistband of my jeans. "If you want to stop, now would be the time," he whispered. "Otherwise these have to go." I unbuttoned the top button, and his hands joined mine to unzip and remove them. He sucked in his breath through his teeth when he saw the sheer lace thong I was wearing. He traced one finger along the top of it. "This is just cruel," he whispered, then began kissing down my belly.

We made love slowly, tenderly, and afterward we slept with our arms wrapped tightly around each other, I guess each willing the other not to vanish. When my bladder woke me up a few hours later I raised up on one elbow and just looked at him. He looked so young when he was asleep - he WAS young, but in sleep he seemed carefree, almost childlike. As I studied him the truth suddenly hit me. I was in love with Greg Sanders. He was so far from what I normally went for in a man I hadn't acknowledged it, but I'd been falling in love with him for a long time. Beneath his wild exterior lay one ofthe most sensitive men I'd ever met. I stroked his forehead, and was shocked when a hand shot up and grabbed my wrist.

I knew she was finally awake when I felt the bed shift. She'd propped herself up; I knew because I could hear her breathing above me. She stayed like that for a while before she touched me. I grabbed her arm, looked at her for a moment, then flipped her over.

"Good morning," I whispered from above her, then kissed her full lips. "You look like you belong here in my bed."

She smirked. "Maybe I do, " she breathed back. "Only one small problem."

"And what would that be?"

"You're heavy, and I have to pee."

I reluctantly released her. "Then I'll go make you some coffee while you do what you have to do."

A few minutes later she joined me in the kitchen. "Mmmmm. Smells good." She stepped up behind me and threw her arms around my waist. "Last night was amazing, Greg."

I backhugged her. "I thought so too. As many fantasies as I've had about us together, the reality outdid all of them." I turned to pull her into my arms. "You're an amazing woman. I hope we'll get to do that again."

She smiled gently. "Oh, yeah - and again and again and again. I, ummm, I realized something this morning." My heart sank... was this where I got relegated to the occasional-stud-service category? "I realized I have a lot stronger feelings for you than I ever allowed myself to consider. When I thought I'd lost you, my world came crashing down. After last night... Greg, I'm in love with you."

I drew in a deep breath. "Oh, Sara..." I drew her into a long kiss. "I love you so much. I gave up on your ever loving me back..." I kissed her again.

"You need to call Grissom and take back your resignation," she whispered.

"I know, but we're off tonight, and I'm afraid he'll call me in if I do."

She shrugged. "Call him on cell. Tell him you you're out of town finding yourself."

She is a devious genius, my Sara. "Good idea. I'll be finding myself in your arms all right."

She snickered. "Yes, you will. You have absolutely no idea how much trouble you're in."

I raised one eyebrow. "I live for trouble, Miss Sidle. Bring it on."

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