Chapter Twelve
Grissom rubbed his hand over his bearded face in an attempt to rub the sleep from his eyes, then glanced around the semi-darkness of the room. The sight of Sara standing at the foot of the bed, leaning back against the dresser in the tightest fitting jeans he had ever lay eyes on, and a black blouse that showed him that her breasts were anything but too small, sent his senses reeling. Dammit! He had just had one of the most mind-blowing episodes of sex he had ever experienced in his lifetime, only two hours ago, and he was already getting a hard-on that was tenting the sheet that was draped over his midsection. She was nibbling on her lip as she was watching his "awakening" even though her eyes never made it up any farther than his waistline, and when he saw how her tongue flicked out across those lips, he groaned with pure pleasure at the memory of just what those lips and tongue were capable of. Her eyes darted up to his face, pink spreading across her cheeks as she realized he had witnessed her checking him out.
"You're up," she said, rather lamely.
"In more ways than one," he said in a husky, sleep-laced voice.
"I—um—thought maybe we could go out and get some dinner. If you don't want to go, I could make a run to the McDonalds down the road."
"The closest McDonalds is about thirty miles south of here. It's hardly worth it." He lifted himself on his elbow as he watched her fidget before him. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
"Hmm." He moved until he was leaning against the headboard with some pillows shoved behind his back. "I think you should come back here."
"But. . .I'm. . .hungry," she said reluctantly.
"I'll order food in." He couldn't seem to pull his eyes from where the her blouse opened above her breasts. It seemed as if he could easily spend the rest of the evening nibbling on that area of her body.
"I don't think the Bates Motel has room service." She crossed her arms as she watched him. "You're sitting there telling me that you aren't hungry?"
"I just ate, didn't I?" he asked and chuckled at the way her cheeks flared with embarrassment before she rolled her eyes and slowly moved until she was sitting on the edge of the bed next to him.
"Well, so did I, if you put it that way—but I'm still hungry." She paused when she heard a rumble come from his stomach and she smiled at him. "And so are you. Evidently I'm not enough to sustain life for very long."
"That's debatable." He slid his hand along her thigh, then noticed how her eyebrow rose and a look of mischievousness crossed her features before she moved her fingers to undo the top button of her blouse.
"Maybe I can convince you that you really should get up and come to dinner with me."
His gaze followed her attempt to coerce him as it opened one button, then slowly moved on to the next. His smile broadened.
"Are you saying that if I get up and go with you, you'll reveal more of those magnificent mounds to me?"
"Mmm-hmm," she hummed as the second button came undone, but before she could move on to the third, he had grabbed her and pulled her into his embrace and lowered his face so he could nuzzle between those creamy invitations. She yelped and tried to close her blouse again, but the more he nuzzled, the more she started to squeak and laugh until he lifted his head and smiled at her.
"Don't you think that would convince me to "stay here," rather than entice me to leave?"
"I didn't think of it that way," she laughed at him. "See, I'm so hungry that I'm not thinking straight." Another menacing growl escaped from his argumentative stomach.
"Fine—get up then." He released her and watched as she got to her feet and looked down at him. "I wouldn't want to be accused of depriving you of your nutrition."
She got to her feet and crossed her arms over her chest as she looked down at him. "You're only getting up because you realized "you" were hungry—aren't you?"
He merely gave her one of his most impressive smiles as he tossed the sheet back and got to his feet next to her. He couldn't resist the urge to give a small stretch as her eyes traveled over him. He wasn't a conceited man, by any means, but he wasn't against being appreciated when the opportunity arose—and the opportunity was more than presenting itself to her again. He watched her try her best not to drop her eyes below his stomach, but she lost her battle as she quickly looked at his erection.
"Miss Sidle, if you don't stand back and allow me to pass, we'll never get to dinner on time." He placed a hand on either of her arms and moved her backwards a step then grabbed some clothes from a bag he had brought back from the local store and disappear into the bathroom.
It only took Grissom a few minutes to make himself presentable in a pair of jeans and a white button-down shirt that he kept open at the neck and rolled the sleeves midway up his forearms. He joined her as she waited for him on the small porch in front of the door and placed his hand on the small of her back as he started in the direction of the main street of town. He sent her glances so often that it was a wonder he didn't trip over something, but he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of her. She was absolutely gorgeous, and the way she was looking back at him was both enchanting as well as sexier than hell. She was about to move toward a bar as they approached it, but he ushered her past it.
"I thought we were going to get something to eat?"
"Not in here." He continued to walk with her then turned the corner and started for the destination he had in mind. "I saw this place earlier today. I think its more suitable than the local saloon."
They continued to walk until they approached a small building that looked like a combination of a residence and restaurant. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the ambiance that of a formal establishment, although not formal enough to require a change in clothing. They were shown to a table toward the center of the building, but when Grissom nodded toward the empty table near the darkened corner of the room, the woman obliged and seated them where he desired.
"Very nice, Dr. Grissom," Sara said as she took her seat and watched as he did the same. "Do you make a habit of finding the finest dining in all the new towns you visit?"
"Only when I'm trying to impress someone." He turned to the woman who would be taking their order. "I'll have a coffee to start, please."
"Coffee," Sara agreed when her gaze turned to her. She handed them a menu then left their table to get their drinks and allow them time to choose their meals. "Well, it worked. I'm impressed."
"You should be. I even made sure they serve vegetarian dinners." He looked at her over the top of his menu and gave her a half-smile.
As they ate their meals, their gazes would travel often to one another. He couldn't seem to stop himself from savoring the sight of her milky cleavage that was contrasting against the black shirt she was wearing. When she would catch him looking, which she did quite often, he could see how her rate of breathing would increase and she would smile slightly. The smile held a promise of more to come and when they finally finished eating and the owner of the establishment questioned if they would like dessert, Grissom was pleased to see that Sara seemed more interested in the area of his neck and upper chest that was exposed than the chocolate delicacies being offered to them. They got to their feet and Grissom again placed his hand on the small of her back, but once outside, a member of the police department stopped them.
"Excuse me? Miss Sidle?" The young man questioned as he held his hat in his hands and stood before them, more closely resembling a teen in high school than the deputy that was suggested by his uniform.
"Yes."
"I was told by the sheriff that a member of the LVPD has been trying to contact you." He paused as if waiting for a response from Sara but when none was forthcoming, he continued. "Um, he said it wasn't urgent, though. So, you don't have to worry about it or anything. Just wanted to let you know."
"Um, okay. . ." Sara looked back at him with a polite smile. "Thank you. . .for the information."
"My pleasure, Miss Sidle." The boy gave her a smile that brightened his already pink-tinged cheeks. "If there's anything else I could do for you—please don't hesitate to let me know."
"I'll see that Miss Sidle contacts you immediately if she's in need of assistance," Grissom said somewhat sarcastically, bringing an amused look from Sara.
"Thank you." Sara said to the boy. "You're very kind."
"Yes, Ma'am. I—I mean—thank you, ma'am."
Grissom thought the boy was going to trip over his booted feet as he turned and attempted to go back in the direction he had come from.
"Well, you seem to have acquired an admirer here already," Grissom said as he shoved his hands in his pockets and they walked back toward the main street, then the motel.
"I seem to recall a certain buxom redhead in the diner who was flaunting her double Ds at you," Sara chuckled. "So, I wouldn't feel too bad for myself. You're doing quite well on your very own."
They managed to get inside their room before they heard Sara's cell going off, sending her toward the other side of the room where she looked at the caller ID, then glanced back at Grissom as she quietly answered.
"Yes. This is Sara." She turned away from Grissom as she continued her conversation. "Um—no, no. I—um—I'll let you know, okay? I'm not sure. Okay. Thanks. Bye."
Grissom eyed her carefully as she turned back to him and wore a nervous smile before tossing the phone on the nightstand. "Your person from the LVPD?"
"Uh—yeah. It was nothing important—like the deputy said." She turned and looked at him as he sat at the small table. "Not worth mentioning."
He reached down and pulled his shoes off and while he was sitting in the forward position, he grabbed onto her thighs, gently tugging her until she took the few steps to stand between his legs. Slowly, his gaze traveled up from the tightness of her jeans to where her blouse was buttoned. He slid his hands up the back of her legs, over her bottom and on to the blouse which he pulled, making it rise enough to expose her navel.
"God, Sara—everything about you is enticing!"
Without warning, he pressed a kiss to her stomach, bringing a gasp from her. She placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned into him and he could feel her pulse already racing. Slowly, he got to his feet, brushing gentle kisses at various areas of her body as he traveled upward. She looked into his eyes with a sparkle as her fingers toyed with the front of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it and sliding her hand inside.
"Why, Gilbert. . .I do believe you're insatiable."
He leaned down and placed his lips on her gorgeous neck. "Mmm, I like the sound of that."
"Being insatiable?" she chuckled.
"That," he smiled against her. " . .but I meant my name. Gil will do, though. Gilbert is what my mother used to call me when she'd get mad."
"You'd make your mother mad?" she breathed as he continued to kiss her throat.
"Mmm-hmm." He moved his kiss up to her lips. "I don't really want to talk about my mother right now."
"Me either," she agreed quickly and put her arms around his neck, pulling him down onto the bed with her. "Let's not talk at all."
He grabbed onto the mattress to catch himself and avoid crashing down on top of her, then eased himself next to her, pulling her flush against him as his hand took pleasure in sliding up beneath her blouse and unhooking her bra. He pulled back to give himself the room needed to slide his hand to the front of her and release his treasure, but upon leaning back, she hooked her leg around his thigh and yanked him back against her. He groaned as his erection came in sharp contact with her groin and before he had a moment to think, he felt her hips moving against him. This time when he moaned it was with pleasure as his large hand spread over the round firmness of her bottom and held her against him even more tightly as she gyrated against him. He rolled onto his back, pulling her over with him, this time slipping his hands inside her shirt and pulling her bra free. He looked up at her face as she watched him, still moving her hips and pleasuring them both. Her shirt was opened in an instant and he lifted her until he grasped onto her mound of flesh and pulled her nipple into his eagerly awaiting mouth.
It took a moment for them to realize that the pounding they were listening to was coming from the door to their room. When they did, Sara froze, but Grissom pushed her onto her back and proceeded with what he had been doing.
"Ignore it," he said against her skin.
"Grissom!" she whispered harshly.
"Sara!" he whispered back, still insistent on continuing his task.
"Gil?" Sophia's voice sounded through the door, this time, stopping the couple on the bed as if they had been doused with a tub of ice water. "Gil, are you in there?"