Page 66 of The Lovers (Echoes from the Past #1)

FIFTY

Quinn smiled happily as she watched the countryside fly past. It had snowed during the night, and the normally green and brown fields were covered in a blanket of sparkling white.

The sun peeked playfully from behind fluffy clouds that floated lazily past, and bare branches made intricate patterns against the pale-blue winter sky.

Black crows looked like charcoal smudges on a sketch as they nestled in the branches, watching the car speed by with their beady eyes and crowing madly.

Gabe drove faster than was strictly necessary, but then he always had a love for speed, and Quinn felt perfectly safe with him behind the wheel.

Not like there was much traffic. Gabe chose picturesque rural roads rather than taking the motorway, and they’d encountered virtually no other cars, making them feel as if they were alone in the world.

They’d tacitly agreed not to talk about Sylvia, Rhys, or the pending results, and instead chatted about mutual acquaintances, the institute, and the latest news in archeological circles.

The conversation was light, but there was a current of energy flowing between them that made Quinn catch her breath.

Gabe felt it too, and when he pulled off his leather glove with his teeth, tossed it aside, and took Quinn’s bare hand in his own, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

“All right?” Gabe asked, turning to look at her.

Quinn nodded, unable to speak. She’d always felt a frisson of attraction for Gabe, but now that she was ready to acknowledge it, it seemed to have grown a hundredfold, ready to engulf her.

He looked so relaxed, one hand on the wheel as he navigated the narrow roads.

His hair fell into his face, and his dark-blue eyes crinkled at the corners as he turned to smile at her.

He’d worn a short beard at one time but had shaved it off recently, shaving off about ten years as well.

She liked him like this. He was a mature man, but there was still something boyish in him, something mischievous.

Perhaps it was the happiness that radiated from him.

She hadn’t realized how controlled he’d been with her these past few years, not until she finally gave him some hope of a future.

They were both pulsating with nervous energy by the time they finally got to the hotel.

It was a lovely house built of golden stone that the area was known for.

The peaked rooftop, chimneys, and mullioned windows were dusted with snow, and the ornamental shrubs all wore caps of white.

Gabe brought in their bags and quickly checked in while Quinn took in her surroundings.

This was just the type of place she liked: beautiful, luxurious, and permeated with centuries of history.

The hotel was decorated for Christmas, and the reception twinkled with fairy lights that were reflected in the colorful ornaments decorating the twelve-foot tree soaring to the ceiling in the foyer.

Crimson poinsettias were artfully scattered about the place, adding to the festive atmosphere.

“Are you hungry?” Gabe asked. “Would you like to send our bags up and have some lunch first?”

“No,” Quinn replied as she raised her eyes to his. Gabe correctly read the look in her eyes and reached for her hand.

“Right, then.”

They were barely through the door before Gabe dropped the bags to the floor and swept Quinn into an embrace, kissing her until she was breathless.

This was not a tender kiss of longing. It was hard and demanding, letting her know exactly what to expect.

Gabe unzipped Quinn’s coat and shrugged off his own, the rest of their clothes making a trail to the high canopy bed as he expertly maneuvered her toward it and lifted her onto the mattress.

Neither one of them could wait a minute more, their desire for each other boiling over after the long drive.

It was as if a dam had broken, sweeping away the past eight years, Luke, and all the unspoken hurts and misunderstandings of the past few months.

Quinn yanked Gabe’s jumper over his head and went to undo the zipper on his jeans as he pulled off her top.

Quinn’s hands shook with impatience as her mind emptied of all thought except that of Gabe and his hot skin beneath her fingertips.

He sucked in his breath as she ran her hands over his well-muscled chest and allowed her hand to slide downward, wrapping her fingers around him.

He gently pushed her hand aside and covered her body with his own, his knee pushing her legs apart.

Quinn arched her back and gasped with pleasure as Gabe’s fingers slid into her.

He lowered his head to catch her nipple between his teeth, and she cried out as the earth-shattering combination of pleasure and pain nearly brought her to the brink.

There was no need for foreplay, she was more than ready for him, but he wasn’t about to rush the moment he’d waited such a long time for.

“Gabe, please,” she pleaded, but he wouldn’t be rushed.

“Not yet,” he murmured as he slid between her legs, pushing them apart with his eager hands. “Not yet.”

Quinn grabbed fistfuls of the duvet in her hands and arched her back as Gabe’s tongue followed where his fingers had just been.

He took his time, tormenting her until her legs vibrated with tension, and she felt as if she might explode into a million pieces.

She grabbed him by the hair and yanked him upward, unable to stand the exquisite torture a moment longer.

“Now!” she demanded, not caring if he was ready or not.

Gabe plunged into her, bringing her to a shuddering orgasm with only a few rough thrusts and joining her in moments.

He collapsed on top of her, his forehead resting against her shoulder, his breathing ragged.

Quinn wrapped him in her arms and stroked his hair.

Her bones felt like jelly, and a feeling of utter contentment flowed through her veins.

There’d been no need to worry. They fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw, their bodies possessed of secret knowledge even if it took their hearts some time to sort things out.

They remained that way for a few minutes, their heart rates slowing down as they descended back down to earth.

Gabe raised his face to Quinn’s, his eyes filled with a combination of wonder and worry.

He needed reassurance that it had been as magical for her as it had been for him, and she gave it gladly, wrapping her legs around him and guiding his stiffening shaft back into her body.

The second time was slower, more deliberate, but no less exquisite.

Gabe took his time, watching her face and enjoying her pleasure as he alternated between tender lovemaking and utter physical possession as he pinned down her wrists and drove into her, making her cry out in ecstasy.

He finally rolled off her and lay on his side, his head supported on one arm as his other hand cupped her breast, his thumb absentmindedly stroking her nipple.

The room was filled with the smell of arousal, and the sheets were tangled and damp beneath them.

Gabe looked sated and happy as he gazed down on her.

Quinn reached out and stroked his cheek, and he leaned down and kissed her tenderly, the taste of her still on his lips.

There was so much she wanted to say, but at the moment, she was speechless.

Luke had been her first, so she had nothing to compare their lovemaking to except a few groping sessions when she was a teenager.

It had been sweet and passionate at times, but never, not even at the start of their relationship, had it been like this.

“No, it wasn’t,” Gabe said as he smiled at her, his fingers now tracing a pattern on her stomach and moving lower .

“What wasn’t?” Quinn asked, although she hoped that he’d read the unspoken question in her eyes.

“It wasn’t like this with anyone else and never will be.”

“Why?”

“Because with my body I thee worship,” Gabe whispered in her ear, quoting the old-fashioned marriage vow and making her shiver. “And with my heart I thee adore,” he added, staking his claim not only to her body but to her heart.