Twelve Across (9 page)

Now, though, she was thinking of love and happiness. She was thinking of the life she d lived in New York since the divorce. It had seemed fine and comfortable and rewarding . until now.

Garrick aefected her. He made her think that there had been something wrong with that single life in New York because it was.. single. Seeing him, sitting with him, being touched by those hazel and silver eyes, she sensed what she d missed. He made her feel lonely He made her ache for something more than what she d had.

Was it because she was in a strange place? Was it because her life had been turned upside down? Was it because she didn't know where she was going from here?

He made her think of the future. Yes, she d probably go back to New York, search for and Eind another apartment. She'd work; she d visit friends; she d go to restaurants and museums and parks. She d do what she d always found so comfortable. Why, then, did there seem a certain emptiness to it? ;

With a sigh of eon fusion she returned to the sofa and her book, though she read precious little in the hours that passed. From time to time she felt Garrick's eyes on her. From time to time she looked at him. His presence was both comfort and torment.

He made her feel less alone because he was there, because he d help her, she knew, if something happened. He made her feel more alone because he was there, because the power of his quiet presence reminded her of everything she d once wanted and needed.

Garrick went out again late in the afternoon. This time Leah had no clue to his purpose. She wandered around the cabin while he was gone, feeling a restlessness that she couldn't explain any more than she coutd those other feelings she d glimpsed.

When he returned, he started making dinner. Once again he refused her offer of help. They ate in silence, occasionally glancing at each other, always looking away when their eyes met. After they d finished, they returned to the fire. This time, despite the fact that she was without resource books, Leah worked with pad and pencil, sketching out simple puzzles. Garrick whittled.

She wondered where he d learned to whittle, how he did it, what he was making-but she didn't ask.

He wondered where she started a puzzle, how she got the words to mesh, what she did at an impasse-but he didn't ask.

By ten o clock she was feeling tired and frustrated and distinctly out of sorts. Crumpling up a piece of paper, on which she d created nothing worth saving, she tossed it into the dying fire, then took a shower, put on the long underwear that seemed as good a pair of pajamas as any and climbed onto the same side of the bed where she d slept the night before.

By ten-thirty, Garrick was feqeling tired and frustrated and distinctly out of sorts. Flipping his piece of wood, out of which he d whittled nothing worth saving, into the nearly dead Eire, he turned of E the lights, stripped down to his underwear and climbed onto his own side of the bed.

He lay on his back, wide-awake. He thought of la. and the day, several months before he d left, that he d finally tracked down his agent.

Timothy Wilder had been avoiding him. Phone calls had gone unanswered; each time Garrick had shown up at his office, Wilder had been "out: But Garrick had finally located him on the set of a TV movie, where another of Wilder s clients was at work. It hadn't done Garrick any good. Wilder had barely acknowledged him. The director and crsw, many of whom he d worked with in the past, could ri t have been bothered asking how he was. Wilder s client, the star of the show, hadn't given him so much as a glance. And the woman who, six months before, had sworn she adored Garrick, turned her back and walked away. He d never Eelt so alone in his life.

Leah, too, lay on her back, wide-awake. She thought of one of the last parties she d gone to as Richard's wife. It had been a gala charity function, and she d taken great care to look smashing. Richard hadn't noticed. IVOR had any of the others present. For a time, Richard had towed her from group to group, but then he d left her to exchange inanities with an eighty-year-old matron. She d never felt so alone in her life.

Garrick shifted his legs, his gaze on the darkened rafters overhead. He thought of the days following his accident, the three long weqeks he d lain in the hospital. No one had visited No one had sent cards or flowers. No one had called to cheer him up. Though he fully blamed himself for his downfall and knew that he didn't deserve anyone s sympathy , what he would have liked, could have used, was a little solace. A little undentanding. A little encouragement The fact that it never materialized was the final sorrow Leah, too, shifted slightly. She thought of the hours she d lain in the hospital Eollowing the loss of her second child. Richard had made the obligatory visits, but she d come to dread them, for he clearly saw her as a failure. She d felt like one, too, and though the doctors assured her that there was nothing more she could have possibly done, she d been distraught Had her parents been alive, they d have been by her side. Had she had her own friends, ones who d cared for her more than they d cared for appearances, she might ri t have felt so utterly empty. But her parents were dead, and her

"friends were Richard's. Sorrow had been her sole companion Garrick took a deep, faintly shuddering breath. He felt Leah beside him, heard the slight irregularity of her own breathing. Slowly, cautiously he turned his head on the pillow.

The cabin was dark. He could ddt see her. But he heard a soft swish when her head turned toward his.

They lay that way for long moments. Tension strummed between them, a wire of need, vibrating, pulling. Each held back, held back, fought the magnetism drawing them together until, at last, it became too great.

It wasn't a question of one moving first. In a simultaneous turning, their bodies came together as their minds had already done. Their arms wound around each other. Their legs tangled.

And they clung to each other. Silently. Soulfully.

LENH closed qa qs and greedily immersed herself in Garrick's strength.

He was warm and alive, and the way he held her confirmed his own need for the closeness she so badly craved. His face was buried in her hair.

His arms trembled as they crushed her to him, but not for a minute did she mind the pressure. Instead her own arms tightened around his neck, and she sighed softly in relief.

And pleasure. His body was a marvel. It was long and firm, accommodating itself to fit her perfectly. Richard had never accommodated himself to fit her either physically or emotionally The fact that Garrick, who owed her nothing ; should do so with such sweetness was a wonder she could ri t begin to analyze.

Not that she tried very hard. She was too busy absorbing the comfort he offered to think of much of anything except prolonging it. One of her legs slid deeper between his. Her fingers wound into his hair and held.

Garrick, too, was inundated with gratifying sensations. He felt Leah from head to toe and drank in her softness as though he'd lived through a drought.

In a sense he had. From birth. His parents had been wonderful people, but they'd both been profqssionals, engrossed in their careers, and they d had neither time nor warmth to give to their son. Had he been born with the need For physical closeness? Had he been born a toucher? If so, it explained why he d turned to women from the time he d had something to offer. Only that hadn't fully satisfied him, either, because even at fourteen he d been ambitious. He d been always angling for something bigger and better, never taking stock of what he had, never quite appreciating it.

Until now. Holding Leah Gates in his arms, he felt a measure of fullness that he d never experienced before. He moved his hands along her spine.

He rubbed his thigh against her hip. He inhaled, heightening the pressure of his chest against her breasts.

She needed him. The soft, purring sounds she made from time to time told him so. She needed him, but not because he would be a notch in her belt, or because he could further her career, or because he had money. She didn't know who he was and where he d been, yet she still needed him.

For him.

The moan that rumbled from his chest was one of sheer gratitude.

For a long, long time, they lay wrapped in each other s arms. Their closeness was a healing balm, blotting out memories of past pain and sorrow.

Nothing existed but the present, and it was so soothing that neither would have thought to disturb it. ' Ironically, what disturbed it was the very solace it brought. For with the edge taken off emptiness came a new awareness. It struck Leah gradually-a pleasantly male and musky scent filtering into her nostrils, the thick silk of hair sifting through her fingers, the swell of muscles flexing beneath her arm. On his part, Garrick grew conscious of a clean, womanly fragrance, the gentleness of the curves that his palms rounded, the heat that beckoned daringly close to his loins.

He hadn't been thinking of sex when he d taken Leah in his arms. He d simply wanted to hold her and be held back. He d wanted, for however fleeting the moments, to hinge on the nearness of another human being.

But his body was insistent. His heart had begun to. beat louder, his blood to course faster, his muscles to grow tighter. He d never been hit by anything as unexpectedly-or as desperately.

He might have rqstrained himself if Leah hadn't begun , in wordless ways, to tel1 him how she wanted him, too. Her hands had slipped down his back and were furrowing beneath his thermal top, gliding upward along his flesh. Her breathing was more shallow. Her breasts swelled against him. He might have called all that simply an extension of the act of holding had it not been for the faint but definitely perceptible arching of her hips.

Or was the arching his? His lower body, with a will of its own, was pressing into her heat, then undulating slowly then needing even more.

He, too, was exploring beneath thermal, only his hands had forayed below Leah's waist and were clenching the firm flare of her bottom, holding her closer, increasing the friction, adding to a hunger that was already explosive.

He had to have her. He had to bury himself in her depths, because he needed that closeness, too, and he was frightezied that he'd lose it if he waited.

With hands that shook, he pushed her bottoms to her knees. She squirmed frqe of them while he lowered his own. Her thigh was already lifting over his when he began his penetration, and by the time he was fully sheathed, she was digging her fingers into his back and sighing softly against his neck.

It was fast and mutual. He stroked deeply and with growing speed. She matched each stroke in pace and ardor He gasped and quivered. She gulped and shivered. Then they surged against each other a final time, and their bodies erupted into simultaneous spasms. Totally earth shattering Endlessly fulfilling. Warm and wet and wondereul Garrick's heart thundered long after. His breath came in ragged pants that would have embarrassed him had not Leah been equally as winded. He thought about withdrawing , then thought again, reluctant to leave her when he felt so incredibly contained and content. So he stayed where he was until he began to fear that he was hurting her. But when he made to move away, she clutched him tighter. "don't go!" she whispered.

They were the sweetest after love words he d ever heard. Not only did they tell him that she savored the continuing contact, they also said something about her feelings toward what they d just shared.

They reassured him, too. He hadn't performed in a particularly skiliful way.

He hadn't coaxed her, caressed her, teased her into a state of arousal.

He hadrit spoken. He hadn't even kissed her. But she d been ready.

Because she d needed him. Because she hadn't had a man in a long time.

Because it had been more than sex. And because she, too, had felt its uniqueness.

He didn't say anything when he felt the tremors in her body and realized that she was crying. He spoke with his hands, curving one around her neqrk to keep her pressed close, using the other to gently stroke her hair. He knew why she was crying, and he felt it, too. But he felt more-a protectiveness that kept his movements steady and soothing until, at length, she cried herself to sleep. Only then did he close his eyes as well.

CONSCIOUSNESS CAME SLOWLY to I. eah the next morning. She was first aware of being delightfully warm. Drawing her knees closer, she snuggled beneath the thick quilt. With a lazy yawn, she discovered that she felt rested. And satisfied Her limbs were relaxed, almost languid, but there was a fuilness inside that hadn't been there before.

Then she realized that she was wearing nothing from the waist down, and her eyes opened.

Garrick was sitting on the side of the bed. On her side. He was fully dressed. And he was watching her.

Not quite sure what to say, she simply lookeq at him.

Gently and with a slight hesitance, he smoothed a strand of dark hair from her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. ' Are you okay? "

She nodded.

His voice dropped to a whisper. "I didn't hurt you? "

She shook her head.

"She spoke as softly as he had. " No: '

"I'm glad: His hand fell back to the quilt. " Hungry? "

"Famished: '

"Could you eat some pancakes? "

"Very easily"

A tiny smile broke out on his face. She would have reached for her glasses to better see and enjoy it, but she diddt want to move an inch.

"How bout I make a double batch while you get dressed? "

"Sounds fair. "

He squeezed her shoulder lightly through the quilt before leaving to fulfill his half of the bargain. Only when she heard busy sounds coming from the kitchen did she pay heqed to her half. Rooting around between the sheets, she found and managed to struggle into her thermal bottoms.

Once in the bathroom, she showered and dressed, then returned to the main room, where Garrick was adding the last of the pancakes to high stacks on each of two plates.

"Real syrup, " she observed after she d sat down. this is a luxury. "

He watched her dribble it sparingly atop the pancakes, then ordered quietly,