Chapter 8

Grissom dropped his clothing to the floor as he slowly walked over to Sara. She refused to look at him as she stared at the floor, then the wall then the ceiling. He put his thumb and forefinger on her chin and tilted her face until she had no choice but to look at him and even then, she kept trying to look away.

"Do you really want me to leave?" He asked softly and she finally looked at him. "I don't want to."

"I don't think you have a choice anymore," she said stiffly. "Evidently your "friend" is going to be coming soon and you clearly don't want her to know that we're. . .that I'm. . .that you're. . ."

"I didn't say that, honey," he said as he kept trying to look into her eyes and he began stroking her jaw line. "I was a bit surprised by her phone call. She evidently moved her trip up and is coming here much sooner than she planned."

"So, you planned on a romantic getaway?" Sara shook her head negatively. "And here I am, all fat and gross and interfering with your plans."

"Sara. I didn't have any plans with Terri. Like I said, I didn't expect her to get out here until months from now—and even then I only promised to show her around a bit and help her get settled in."

Sara remained quiet then looked at him again. "Ya know what? I don't know what's going on here. I never expected you to return—I never expected you to find out I was pregnant—and the fact that we. . ." She gestured toward the bed. "Is, frankly, a bit unexpected too."

"So? You've never encountered anything unexpected before? You? Sara Sidle?" He gave her a twisted smile and stepped closer to her again, this time putting his arms around her and pulling her against him. "I never expected to come to San Francisco last spring and fall into immediate infatuation with a tall brunette who made me want her so much I had to repeatedly take cold showers for the next few weeks so I wouldn't be tempted to appease myself in a more substantial manner."

She looked at him and a tiny smile entered her eyes. "Are you saying I made you want to. . ."

"Not "want" to, my dear—but desperately "needed" to." His hands started to rub her back and she leaned into him. He pulled her even closer as he kissed her hair, then she jerked away from him as she stared at him through huge eyes.

"You're horny again!" She blurted and he lifted a brow as he looked at her. She let her eyes wander down over his bare body and could see his erection in full view. "That's why you're doing this! Not because you're not involved with the troll! It's because you want to have sex again!"

"You want to talk about unexpected, Sara. . .THIS is unexpected! And believe me—this has "nothing" to do with Terri Miller!"

"So—what? Now you're saying you never got this aroused when you took her out?" She demanded.

"Of course I got aroused! I hadn't had sex in. . ." he paused as if embarrassed to admit to it or he couldn't remember. "well, in a long time! At that point, all I had to do was be alone with a woman outside of the lab for more than ten minutes and I began "sensing" things! But I never "did" anything with Terri—so it isn't the same, Sara! For crying out loud, I can't seem to "stop" getting aroused around you!"

"If you never "did" anything—then how do you know you wouldn't have kept getting a hard-on after you would've done it?" She crossed her arms over her chest and practically tapped her foot as she stood staring at him, daring him to dispute it and when he looked away from her, she actually stomped her foot. "See! Either you "did" do something—or you "don't know" if you would've kept getting a. . ."

"Sara," he broke in quietly. "I "did" do something with Terri—or I should say "because" of Terri. Something I didn't do when I was here with you. In Terri's case, I . . . did. . .find release. . .on my own."

"You. . ."

"Yes!" He blurted out, stopping her from actually saying it.

"So, you're saying you couldn't control yourself when you went out with Terri but all it took for me was a cold shower?"

"No. I'm saying that when I was with you—I wanted it to be "you" not my hand. The odd thing was that after I was with Terri and I'd be at home—it might have started as a release from being around her, but it always ended up being the most amazing fantasies that involved "you," not her."

That peaked her interest as she looked up at him with eager eyes and took a step back toward him. "You fantasized about me while you. . ." then her eagerness turned into knit brows and she stopped her approach as she looked down at his still hard member. ". . .ew."

He gave a surprised half-laugh as he looked at her. "What do you mean—ew? You wanted to know! You practically demanded to know!"

"Well," she said with raised brows again as she turned around and marched right back out of the room and toward the bathroom again. "you can bet "I'd" never admit anything like "that" to someone. Especially if I planned on having sex with them ever again."

"Sara!" He stood motionless for a second then walked after her with his hands raised in exasperation.

She looked over her shoulder at him as she walked across the bathroom and reached behind the curtain to turn on the shower then started to walk back toward him as he stood in the center of the floor. This time she allowed her robe to part as she put one arm up around his neck and slid her other hand across his firm, smooth chest. She looked down at the erection that didn't seem quite so firm anymore and she gave him a crooked smile as her hand traced its way down over his stomach until she was fondling him. She looked up into those gorgeous blue eyes and he looked back indignantly.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you that if you . . .you know . . .too much, it will fall off?"

"I never talked to my mother about masturbation. Thank you for putting "that" thought into my head."

"It seems you're not in the mood any longer, Dr. Grissom."

"Well, what do you expect? You've got a sharp tongue, Sara Sidle. You know how to cut a man down to size."

Her other hand came back up as she laced her fingers through the hair at the back of his head, taking extreme pleasure in its texture as she swayed against him and pressed her protruding abdomen against his. "I bet I could use that sharp tongue and get you right back "up" to size." She moved her gaze up to his again. "Do you think?"

He let out what could only be considered a low growl as he reached beneath her buttocks and lifted her against him. He carried her to the tub where he placed her inside then stepped in with her, pulling her robe from her that was already getting soaked from the water showering down against them. With a loud 'splat' it landed on the linoleum floor and Sara only gave a brief thought to the water she was going to have to clean up. She wasn't sure what to expect. She had always heard about having sex in the shower but the thought of trying to breathe through a face full of water and still look sexy as she would be sputtering it back out of her nose and mouth, just didn't seem to make any sense. Already the water was hitting her in the face and she was running her hands over it to get it out of her eyes but then its spray was lowered and was now hitting her shoulders and when she opened one eye, she saw him smiling indulgently at her.

"I—uh—didn't think to do that," she told him as he handed her a wash cloth and she promptly wiped the water from her eyes then looked at the spray nozzle he had positioned so it was now hitting the back of his shoulders instead her face. "You must be. . .experienced at having sex in the shower."

He gave a little chuckle as he took the cloth back then tossed it out onto the floor too. "Now, are you talking about with someone else—or by myself?"

"Oh, Grissom!" She complained. "Don't kill the mood by reminding me that you had to jerk off in order to get release from dating Terri Miller."

"Terri Miller?" He asked as he turned her away from him and she saw him pick up her shower gel. "You're moving her up in your estimation from troll status?"

"No," she said emphatically. "But I'm not sure I ever saw a troll with teeth as big as hers! I think she's part horse! Damn! I think she could have done you serious damage if she would've ever. . ."

"Sara," he said softly as he started to spread the gel over her shoulders. "I don't want to talk about anyone else doing that except you, and your beautiful teeth."

"My teeth aren't beautiful—in case you haven't noticed—I wear a rather prominent gap between my incisors!"

She could hear a dirty chuckle from behind her as he spread the soap down over her back, waist and hips. "I've noticed."

"And?" She tried to look over her shoulder at him and saw him intently looking at his job as he turned her back away from him so he could continue.

"And. . .what?"

"There sounded as if there was an "and" at the end of that comment."

"I don't think you want to know what the "and" is." His hands soaped her arms and went down to her fingers where they entwined and took her hands with his as he went back to her abdomen and started soaping their child.

This time, because of how he was reaching around her, she could see more of his face as she turned her head. She started to giggle as she looked at the pink-tinged cheeks that were giving him away. "Oh."

"Oh—what?"

"Evidently were fantasizing about my gap as you. . ." She giggled again. "So, does it compare to what you were thinking as you made good friends with your hand?"

He didn't answer as he placed a kiss and started to suck on the area that sent her squirming away and when she turned to look at him, she melted at the silliest smile she had ever seen. "Turn around, I'm not finished."

"DON'T do that," she warned him.

She pointed a finger at him but he pulled her it up to his lips and kissed it, then slowly opened his mouth and pulled it inside where he gently sucked its tip. She was mesmerized by the sight before her and allowed him to go on until she felt her knees were ready to buckle then she nearly jumped on him as she grabbed his face with both hands and replaced her finger with her mouth. Her legs were moving on their own accord as they nearly tried to climb up him until he finally grabbed her beneath her thighs and lifted her as she tried to wrap her legs around his waist. She could feel him trying to maneuver her but after several feverish kisses he pulled back from her and smiled again.

"I don't think this is going to work. I think "junior" is getting in the way."

"Oh," she said with disappointment as her legs slid back down and he released her then she reached for the gel and started spreading it on his chest. "Then we'll finish this shower and move on to better things."

She took her time as she massaged his shoulders and arms. There was something absolutely fascinating about the shape of his arms, especially his forearms that turned her insides to jelly. His chest and abdomen amazed her and she had to smile as she came closer to his pubic hair and saw him quickly rising to meet her, but she skipped over that part of him and moved down to his legs. And they were beautiful legs, starting at his thighs, working down over his knees that might have shown the slightest bit of being bow-legged but were still amazingly muscled. She looked at his feet, half dreading it because in her experience the men she had dated usually had ugly feet, but his weren't. They definitely weren't feminine—but they were very attractive male feet. Wow! She was doubting this guy had "any" flaws.

She stood up and switched positions with him so the water was hitting her back and she turned him away from her as she worked the gel from the back of his neck, down over his shoulders, onto his muscled back, waist, hips, and. . .oh my! What an absolutely gorgeous male butt! Jesus, but he was beautiful! She ran her hands over it and had to close her eyes as she savored the feel of it, then she proceeded to use more gel as she took more time with it than probably was necessary. She moved on to the underside of the glorious globes and she realized his breathing was a bit ragged and when she looked up at him, she saw his stance had changed. He was now leaning both hands against the shower wall, leaning slightly forward with outstretched arms and when she came in contact with his sensitive flesh he groaned loudly.

Ah, damn, but she was so captivated by this man that she couldn't stand it. She dropped to her knees and proceeded to send kisses over his hips and on to the muscles of his behind then she slid her hand forward and came in contact with the tight sacks that were so hot they practically scorched her. This time the moan was accompanied with a hiss and he gave no argument as she pressed on his hips to turn him around to face her.

This time she didn't wait for instruction. Her desire for this was so intense that she merely took hold of it and guided it into her hungry mouth. She worked it as his right hand moved to her head as his left went on the wall behind her. Her hands brailed him; massaged him; took in the very essence of him as they moved over his legs and backside and she listened to the gasps, moans and words that escaped him as she continued her feast.

"Sara," he whispered. "Oh, Sara. This is everything and more. God! Don't ever stop!"

She continued and used his hip movements, the pressure he was using on her head and the sounds coming from his throat and mouth as her guide to how fast or slow she was to move; which direction he wanted it; what he wanted touched and how, and when he reached down and tried to lift her, she refused to budge.

"Huh-uh," she mouthed against him and continued on.

She grew more and more aroused as this pristine man who rarely ever said a word worse than damn released phrases that would have turned his pink cheeks red if he had been listening to himself. When he did release himself, she felt a power unlike she had ever experienced. He was breathless as he now held himself up with both hands on the wall, then after several moments he slowly looked back down at her and grabbed her beneath the arms so quickly that she wasn't sure what his intentions were. He hauled her to her feet and pressed her against the wall as his mouth devoured hers. His hands grasped onto her face in what could only be described as desperation.

"Jesus, Sara," he breathed against her mouth as he finally stopped kissing her. "I don't know if I can ever let you go."

He reached for the faucet and turned them off, then grabbed her hand and nearly yanked her out of the tub with him. She slowed down as she was going to grab onto a towel but he pulled her along and she let him position her as she watched his every move with great curiosity. He took her into her bedroom and sat her on the edge of her bed, then knelt down in front of her where he started kissing her again after what was an earth-shattering exchange and her fingers were flexing on his shoulders in pleasure, he pulled back and moved his kiss down over her face then to her throat (avoiding her ticklish spot this time) and on to her chest. He moaned as he latched onto her nipple and she felt it go straight to her backbone as she ran her fingers through his hair, cradling him to her as he suckled. His fingers slid ever so gently down over her waist and along her hips and outer thighs before he slid them to the inside and gently pressed her legs farther apart. She felt dizzy as he made love to her breasts while his fingers danced up the tender skin of her thighs until they found the destination they were in search of and when he stroked her, she gasped and started to sway. He pulled his head back and looked at her, face-to-face, as he moved his fingers in her and his eyes enveloped her completely.

"Lie back, sweetheart," he said softly and she only hesitated a moment before complying.

He lifted her left foot and massaged it then raised it until his lips met her calf and he kissed it. He moved up farther to her knee and then on to her thigh as he lifted her other leg as well and gently deposited them over his shoulders. He teased her with his fingertips, his lips and his tongue and his breath as he slid his hands beneath her bottom and raised her to his satisfaction. Already, her legs were trembling as she clutched onto the comforter below her. If she had thought his ministrations were good six months before, now that he wasn't drugged out of his mind, he was amazing—terrific—exceptional—god-like! She couldn't even be sure what he was doing as together, every movement, every sensation overwhelmed her until she started to whimper. She did notice that her responses were making his actions more aggressive. He almost seemed to be ravished and in desperate need to do this to survive, but she definitely didn't mind as his eager noises only intensified what he was already doing to her. She thought she could hear him saying things to her; little words like "sweet, so sweet" and "ambrosia." He had her writhing on the bed, not searching for the end, because she knew where to find it and it was only at the hands and mouth of Gilbert Grissom, but looking for it as he wound her tighter and tighter. And when it came she was positive he would let her be, but instead, he remained, much gentler now as he took from her what she offered.

Her mind was boggled and she had never felt so weak in her life, but when he finally moved, she felt him lifting her again and pulling her up on the bed.

"No," she whimpered without any strength. "No more, please, no more."

"No more?" His voice was tender as he lay on the bed next to her and pulled the comforter across them both. "I hope that isn't a long-term decision."

He kissed the side of her forehead as he held her in his arms and she nestled against him.

"Just—not now."

He chuckled softly and she turned toward him, clinging to his side as if, should she lose contact, she would fall off the ends of the earth. "Sleep, darling. I think we've both had more than our fair share for one day."