noticed this; catching her squirmy dance out of the corner of his eye
was easy since he’d been furtively watching her anyway. The
was dusty and still hot despite the late hour of the night; the two
of them were moving through the tall weeds in a last sweep for
evidence before calling it a night.
chirped. Stars shone. And Sara wiggled.
cleared his throat. Sara shot him an annoyed look as he flexed her
shoulders and grunted softly. “Yeah?”
Well don’t scratch it.” Came his absent chide. Sara
growl, shoulders twitching once more as they made their way back to
the Denali. Grissom waved to the police cruiser, calling to it over
the dusty road. “Thanks, Mike. You guys can head on out;
a nod, the patrolman pulled his ass off the back panel of the patrol
car and headed for the driver’s seat while Grissom loaded
in the back of the Denali. Sara handed him three bags of Gremlin
parts and pulled open the passenger side door. Instead of climbing in
however, she carefully pressed her spine against the edge of the door
and rubbed her back against it.
looked around the side of the car, watching her.
look like---“ he stopped, aware that what he was going to
her to had changed the minute she rocked her slender hips. Originally
he’d wanted to tell her You
look like a grizzly up against a
redwood, but that
didn’t fit now, no, not for the slow sweet
bump and grind Sara was waggling up on the edge of the door.
flushed a little; in the twilight darkness, Sara’s movements
lascivious quality to them. The fact that she was in low-slung jeans
didn’t help his composure much either. She gave a little
look like--?” she prompted him.
slammed the hatch of the Denali with more force than it needed.
look like a dark-eyed Houri, dancing in the shadows of the
snapped her head forward, startled at this poetic turn. It was almost
enough to get her to stop rubbing her spine. Almost. Grissom stepped
around the back of the Denali and arched an eyebrow at her. Around
them, the wind blew in little puffs through the desert, and the dim
light of a gibbous moon shone down, touching everything with silver.
Far in the distance the city of Sin glimmered like a Rajah’s
A dark-eyed what?” she demanded in a husky voice. Grissom
forward, feeling a small smile on his mouth.
dark-eyed Houri. One of the beautiful virgins promised to the Islamic
faithful upon their ascent to heaven. They dance and sing for their
husbands to be, and feed them the best and finest that paradise has
paused, her expression startled. “Okaaaay. But I’m
I’m trying to scratch a mosquito bite that’s right
shoulder blades and I can’t REACH it, so I don’t
going to be offering you any peeled grapes at the moment.”
laughed softly. He came closer, looking down as Sara gave another
little chuff of frustration and pressed harder against the car door
edge. “Stop. For one thing, you’re going to grind
back of your shirt. For another, it’s not going to soothe the
There are better remedies for a mosquito bite.”
like what? We don’t have any calamine lotion, and if you rub
alcohol on it I’ll scream,” Sara warned him,
Grissom shook his head. With a little move of his hand, he gestured
her away from the car door and she stepped closer to him, shifting
into his personal space easily. Grissom breathed in her scent,
feeling the secret thrill once more, the frisson of private pleasure
Sara’s aura always gave him.
one of the tried and true cures for a mosquito bite is
murmured huskily. Sara grinned up at him, her teeth white in the
moonlight, her laugh low, amused.
are SO not going to spit on my back, Grissom. I don’t care if
ARE my shift supervisor, I think I’d rather itch,”
chide. He cocked his head and held out two fingers, stretching them
towards her. She stared at them. “Oh. MY spit—I
saliva. The theory is that the enzymes in it soothe the inflammation,
although I wouldn’t know, since mosquitoes generally
not?” Sara demanded curiously.
shrugged. “Because I’m not a dark-eyed Houri
dancing in the
shadows of the evening.”
That brought a smirk, followed by another round of twitching as Sara grumbled a little. She gave a sigh, and shifted, moving to stand up against the Denali, facing it. “Okay, I’m going to go crazy if I don’t DO something about this bite, so—“
moved behind her as she used one hand to hold out the edge of her
short tee shirt. He paused a moment, aware of this new line about to
circled around each other in an ever-tightening orbit for long
enough—years—and now that Grissom had taken the
sweet progression thrilled him. In the past few weeks he’d
Sara to breakfast, and kissed her when they parted; lightly and
possessively. They’d gone to the movies, and coffee
indulging in shyly affectionate necking. She met up with him after
work; he brought her tea.
and closer, without ever once having to discuss it.
her voice brought him back to the moment, and he shifted, sliding his
hand up along her back under her shirt. The feel of her warm silky
skin stretched over the delicate knobs of her spine stunned him;
aroused him. Grissom let his palm glide up slowly, feeling her draw
in a quick shuddery breath at his touch.
he reached her upper back, he paused, perplexed. Skin, shirt—
not wearing a bra.” He didn’t mean to make it sound
accusation, but the slight shock in his tone made Sara laugh.
it on the heat—when I knew we were going to be out here I
it in my locker. Bras collect too much sweat.”
made a noise then; a purely masculine, delighted little grunt that
Sara didn’t miss. She looked over her shoulder at him in the
twilight, and in a slightly quavering voice added,
Grissom replied, fingers spreading along the butterfly wings of her
scapulas. He found the bite, a small heated bump just off to the side
of her spine and the minute he touched it, Sara
growled a little, trying to press back against his fingers.
right there—scratch already!”
scratching,” he reminded her as he leaned closer, nearly
her to the side of the car. “You’ve seen
fingernails, and the potential for infection is too great.”
like spit’s any more sanitary!” Sara whined back.
at her frustration. He gave a soft sigh, and lingeringly, slid his
hand back down along the sleek long muscles of her spine.
skin is only broken minutely from the bite at this point,
pinprick at most. If you use nails, you widen the wound and expose
more of it. Be patient.”
it’s ITCHY!” came her retort. Grissom brought his
around to her face, fingers before her lips. Sara stared at them a
moment. “And now I don’t have any
herself peevishly. Part of her discomfort stemmed from the mosquito
bite, yes, but another part was sheer reaction to Grissom’s
proximity; to his slow and gentle looming over her.
flexed his fingers lightly. “Think you could tolerate MY
yes, whatever, just DO something!” Sara pleaded, wriggling a
again, caught between the side of the car and Grissom himself. A puff
of hot air off the desert floor sent some sand skittering along the
road, and rattled the tall weeds around them.
shifted slowly, and brought his hands together at the small of her
back, spanning it under his outstretched fingers, glorying in the
living warmth of Sara under his touch; the velvet of her faint down
at the base of her spine, the lean muscle, trembling even now.
slid his hands up, catching her tee-shirt on his wrists, moving the
fabric higher to expose her back in the dim light. Sara’s
gleamed, and the pearls of her spine stood out in a slender column.
Grissom parted his hands to rest on her shoulder blades, bent down
before his courage failed him and gently, slowly . . .
. . licked her back. His tongue flicked out to stroke, just under the
salty, slightly coppery taste of the mosquito bite, sliding over the
skin. Her taste hit him all at once: sweet feminine sweat, hints of
soap, body salt and the scent of fabric softener.
arched in instant reaction, her back flexing, her hands gripping the
roof of the Denali in a scrabble of nails. “Oohhhh
Her tone tried to be outraged, but came out in a strangled huff of
pleasure, the sound carrying across the night.
let his hot breath cross her wet skin, cooling it, making goose bumps
rise all around the forgotten mosquito bite. He smiled, pleased at
his handiwork, and experimentally licked again.
shuddered, her thin frame shaking now as the wet sear of
tongue, combined with the soft, nearly unbearable tickle of his
whiskers stretched along her spine, sending sharp spikes of sensual
pleasure deep between her thighs. This move of his; deliberate,
gently aggressive and undeniably sensual had her tensing now,
unconsciously widening her stance.
Grissom lifted his head to look over her shoulder, Sara turned her
face blindly to him, too close to focus on his face, but aware of his
breath on her ear and on the side of her face. She gave a strained
he whispered, his voice deep. Sara squeaked.
you sure?” Grissom asked with slow politeness, his grin
out. Sara gave a tiny scowl of piqued femininity then, hunched her
back, aware that the rounded curve of her breast was exposed now.
it was a plea and a warning; he leaned in and let his beard tickle
the side of her throat, then bent and dragged his tongue along the
tender join of her neck and shoulder.
response came instantly in the form of a gratifying moan, loud and
deep rumbling out from Sara’s lips. Grissom’s arms
her bare waist, pulling her away from the Denali and up against him
as he continued to nuzzle the sweet curve of the back of her neck,
nosing into her hairline. Sara squirmed, and the moment she rocked
back, pressing to him in a full body contact, the two of them sighed
in a mingled duet of pleasure.
a few more nibbles and licks, Sara could stand it no more, and turned
in Grissom’s arms, sliding her own around his shoulders,
him to her with a tug of such surprising power that he stumbled a
bit. They thumped together against the Denali, neither hurt, both
asking the other in quick, urgent whispers before Sara slowly tilted
her head and pulled his mouth to hers.
slick sweetness of her kiss, deepened to invite him in, nearly undid
Grissom in that first thrilling moment. He trembled when the saucy
tip of her tongue glided out to the tickle the seam of his lips and
he parted them gratefully. One kiss blended into another, the slow
ebb and rush of each building and lingering as they found their fit,
and learned each other’s delights.
would have lasted for hours; all night easily if Grissom had his way.
So much of Sara to kiss, so much to worship with lip and breath, nip
and suckle—the keen edge of his desire grew sharper with each
caress. From the dazed concentration on Sara’s flushed face,
clear the delight was mutual and just as gratifying. Grissom relished
the one thought ringing through him with the vibrating power of a
last. This. Is. Real.
then, in a quick quiet pause for breath, just when both of them knew
something needed to be said, Grissom looked up, and Sara did too,
both of them silent as a tiny, high pitched whine buzzed over their
laughed. “Grissom, I have another bite. After work, you wanna
to my place and soothe my itches?”
laughed, soft and low in the night air. “I’d lick