A Few Days with Laura Sidle Chapter 8
One more chapter after this one!
The look on her face was all he needed to see the relief she felt. "You think this is a good place?" It still did not explain where she had been for twenty four hours.
She nodded, "Yes, it is. Are you religious?" She did not wait for an answer. "I'm not, but my mother is, even sent me to Catholic school when I was young. The community is one of nuns—sisters—who live and work on this farm. My mother will be a lay member and appears happy to be there."
"How do you feel?" His question was asked quietly and caught her off guard for a few seconds.
A slight frown developed between her eyes before she smiled again. "I guess I'm fine, actually I'm happy about it. I went out to the farm for the appointment. They asked me to spend the night and I stayed." Realizing he had been trying to find her all night she said, "I'm sorry—I never thought you would be worried, that you would come." She leaned across the table and kissed him again. "No one has ever worried about me," she whispered.
He pulled a cell phone out of his pocket. "Today, before I leave, we are getting you a cell phone." He grinned. "So I can find you."
She showered while he washed his plate and the pan. He wrapped her in a towel as she stepped out.
"I'll be two minutes." He was quick.
Her towel dropped somewhere between bathroom and bed. They were no longer shy with each other; knowing what the other wanted and how to bring pleasure and passion to consummate this intimate act. Her lips traced invisible lines along his body as her fingertips stroked light touches at his temples, on his chest, lacing her fingers with his as he groaned with excitement.
His hands found her—this woman who had come to him when he least expected. He closed his eyes and took her with his lips pressing against her mouth, exploring her, finding her most intimate areas with his gently probing fingers. She always gasped with a soft intake of air when he entered her bringing a smile to his face. He was convinced, in this time and place, she had been made for him. Scientifically, he knew this was not true, but in passion, he believed it. How else did they find each other? How else did she fit into that area against his chest and curl her body against his? Was it some predestination fixed in the stars from the time he was born? To find this woman who responded to his needs, desires and never ask anything from him?
He kissed her, deeply, as she responded, parting her lips and moving fingers through his hair. His hand moved to her breast causing pleasure and a delicious tension to began to build deep inside her body.
"You are beautiful." His thumb moved in circles around her nipple.
Sara wanted to touch him just as intimately. She lowered her hands and he muttered something. Her pulse raced causing a shiver to move down her spine. She kissed the small depression at his throat and then moved to his chest.
His fingers progressed to her thigh and he was touching her in the most intimate place on her body causing a delightful aching sensation.
"I am ready for you," she whispered.
His answer was a deep rumbling moan as he rolled on top of her, separating her thighs with gentle pressure. He caught her face between his palms and kissed her again and again as he moved slowly, deliberately within her. She knew he was losing control; this man who showed such restraint in his life.
Grissom was lost; he could live the rest of his life on the exquisite scent of this woman he held, he thought. Sara moaned and he moved one hand to the curve of her spine and her buttocks, pulling her snugly against him. He sensed her impending climax as her fingers pressed against his back; contractions surrounded and gripped him as he plunged within her. She was lost having no longer any concept of what was going on around her.
He clamped his mouth over hers, feeling immense desire as they were brought together in this act. She softened beneath him and he felt hands in his hair, soft, gentle strokes of her fingertips, followed by kisses and smiles. His head dropped to her shoulder and he shifted his weight; she opened dark eyes.
"Gil." She said as she brought her hand to his face. It was all she needed to say. They were quiet; he dosed for a few minutes in the aftermath of release, opening his eyes when she kissed his temple.
"Sara, move to Vegas. Live with me. We can work together. I won't have to fly six hundred miles to find you." He had her in a space where she could not escape. His legs were wrapped over hers and arms were twisted and locked together in lover's knots.
Her eyes opened to reveal black pupils dilated to the edges of each brown iris. He lowered his lips to hers, whispering, "Please think about this."
She did not move except to respond with kisses. "I still can't believe you came because you were worried about me."
"I worry more than I tell you."
"Oh, Grissom." She continued to call him by his last name; only in passion would she say Gil. It made him tremble from sternum to spine to hear her husky voice whisper his name.
"Think about it." He kissed her again. "Don't say no."
One more chapter in this story! Then a short break while we finish up another one.