Page 22 of Declan (Men of Clifton, Montana #53)

“I’ve never been on a snowmobile. Can I drive it?” The look on his face made her laugh. “I’m kidding.”

“You scared me there for a second.”

“Men and their vehicles. I bet you wouldn’t let me drive your truck or that little bulldozer.”

“I’m not answering that.”

“You just did. What’s the bulldozer for?”

“I use it to plow around the house, make a path to the barn and the driveway. Let’s go inside.”

“Okay, will you make a fire?”

“Sure. Whatever you want.”

She slipped her arms around his waist. “Did I ever tell you that you’re easy?”

Declan grinned. “Only with you, baby. Only with you.”

When they entered the house and removed their coats, they walked toward the living room. Elise stared out at the snow while Declan made a fire in the hearth. When he finished, he stood and walked toward her, his eyes locked onto hers.

The room was thick with the kind of heat that made you feel like your skin was peeling off. Elise’s breath hitched as Declan’s hand slid up her thigh, then under her T-shirt and up to cup her breast in his hand.

“God, I want you so much, Elise,” he whispered as he pushed her against the wall, making her shiver.

“I want you too, Declan.” Her breath coming out in gasps. She had never wanted a man more.

He tugged at the shirt, slow and deliberate, lifting it over her head and tossing it to the floor, leaving her in just her bra and jeans.

When he moved away from her, she whimpered, then gasped when he slipped off her shoes, then removed her jeans, leaving her in just her boy-cut panties and bra.

His lips met hers, in a kiss that was, at first, slow and long.

Their tongues tangled. Elise moaned into his mouth, her hands clawing at his shirt until it was on the floor, forgotten.

His chest was all muscle. She traced every ridge with trembling fingers.

He smirked, as he pressed her against the wall, his arousal pressing against her like a promise of what was to come. “Do you feel how much I want you?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he growled, his voice rough, as he unclasped her bra, freeing her breasts. “You’re perfect.”

Elise shivered, her nipples hardening into little peaks that begged for attention. Declan leaned down and his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard enough to make her cry out. His tongue flicked over the sensitive bud, teasing it until she was whimpering, her fingers tangled in his hair.

His hands roamed lower, sliding over her hips, then around to cup her ass, and lightly squeezing it. She gasped, as her head fell back against the wall, her breath coming in ragged pants.

He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to his bedroom.

He laid her down like she was something precious, but the look in his eyes was pure desire.

He stood, stripped off his jeans and boxer briefs, his cock springing free, thick and hard.

Elise’s mouth watered at the sight, then he removed a condom from his wallet, rolled it on, and crawled up between her legs, the head of his cock nudging at her.

He paused, just for a moment, to stare into her eyes, then slammed his lips onto hers, kissing her passionately, then he slid his mouth across her cheek to her ear, running his tongue over the shell.

When he moved to her breasts, he took his time, then moved lower. She held her breath… waiting.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Always for you.” He moved down to her belly. He tugged on her panties with his teeth, then slowly pulled them down and let them drop to the floor.

He stared at her. “Like I said, you’re beautiful and perfect.

” Then he moved his mouth lower. She grabbed the sheets in her fists, almost crying out when he slid his tongue along her slit to her clitoris, sucking on it.

She whimpered, wanting more, and he obliged until she cried out when her orgasm hit her hard.

Elise could feel him moving back up her body, kissing her, until he reached her lips, then he passionately kissed her as he pushed inside of her, slow and torturous, stretching her in the most delicious way.

She arched her back off the bed, her nails digging into his ass as he filled her inch by inch.

He didn’t stop until he was buried to the hilt.

He groaned, low and guttural, before starting to move, pulling out slowly before inching back inside her, that made her want to scream.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, demanding more. Declan obliged, his thrusts growing harder, faster, until the bed was creaking. Elise needed this, needed him, as she could feel another orgasm building like a tidal wave.

“Declan, please,” she pleaded, and he picked up the pace, slamming into her over and over.

When her orgasm hit, her body convulsed. Declan groaned, as his own release tore through him, then he collapsed on top of her, both of them panting and drenched in sweat. He rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him.

Elise couldn’t catch her breath, and she could hear Declan’s deep breaths in her ear, then he looked at her.

“Are you okay?”

“God, yes. That was fantastic,” she said between breaths.

He grinned. “You’ll get no argument from me.”

“I could do that every day with you, Declan,” she said, then laughed when he groaned.

“You’re going to kill me. I need a rest for sure.”

Elise smiled as she cupped his lightly whiskered cheek in her hand.

“Take all the time you need. I’ll be in the bathroom, taking a shower.

” She moved off him, then made her way into the bathroom where she stared at her reflection in the mirror.

“No man will ever compare to Declan Cavanaugh,” she said.

Her cheeks were flushed, her nipples still hard, and her eyes were bright, looking like a woman who was just fucked by a man who knew what he was doing.

“Hey.”

She looked to see him standing in the doorway and walked to him, slid her arms around his waist and kissed his chest. She raked her nails down his chest, making him hiss in a breath.

“You have a fantastic body, Declan. These pecs, the six-pack stomach, are mouthwatering. Then she moved her hands down to cup his ass. “I could bite this ass.”

Declan laughed. “You can do whatever you want.”

“Next time.” She smiled.

“Sounds good to me.”

“Come on, let’s shower, then maybe get something to eat. I’m hungry all of a sudden.”

“I don’t know why; I did most of the work.”

“Next time, I will. It will be nice to have you where I want you.” She grinned when he groaned.

“I’m not sure if I’m looking forward to that or not, but I’d love to find out.”

Elise laughed as she took his hand, opened the shower door, and he turned the water on. Once it was warm enough, they stepped inside and cleaned up. She was so happy with him, and she knew she was falling in love with him and it didn’t scare her one bit.

****

The next morning, Declan stood at the kitchen sink, nursing a steaming mug of coffee as he gazed out at the serene, white blanket of snow gently cascading from the sky.

The flurries danced and twirled in the morning light, painting the world in a soft, serene glow.

He jolted slightly when Elise’s warm arms encircled his waist from behind, pulling him from his thoughts.

Smiling, he turned to press a tender kiss on her forehead.

“Want to go out on the snowmobile?” he asked.

Elise poured herself a cup of coffee, the rich aroma filling the air, and returned his smile. “I’d love it, but won’t it be cold?”

“Hell yes, it’ll be cold.” Declan chuckled, “but we’ll bundle up. I have helmets that will keep our faces warm and snug scarves for our necks. Did you happen to bring gloves?”

“I always keep a pair of mittens in my coat,” she replied.

“Great. Let’s eat, and then we’ll go. I’ll show you my cabin,” Declan said.

“I’d like that,” Elise said with a soft smile. She lifted the freshly brewed coffee to her lips, savoring its warmth.

After a hearty breakfast that filled them with warmth and energy, they wrapped themselves in layers of clothing and made their way out to the garage, accompanied by Tank, who bounced around them, barking joyfully.

“Is he going with us?” Elise asked, watching the dog’s enthusiastic antics.

“Yeah, he loves it,” Declan replied as he walked over to the snowmobiles. He pulled two helmets and scarves from a shelf. “Wrap the scarf around first and tuck it into the top of your coat, then put on the helmet. Your face will thank you later.”

“Okay,” Elise nodded, following his instructions with a smile.

Declan pressed a button, and the garage door rumbled open, revealing a magical winter wonderland. Elise gasped at the sight of the thick, fluffy snow that had blanketed everything overnight. Declan turned to her, noticing her wide-eyed wonder.

“We don’t have to go if you’re not up for it,” he said.

“Oh, I want to go,” she insisted, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I’m just amazed at how much snow there is.”

“Well, being October, we might get even more, or it could warm up. One Halloween, it was seventy degrees,” Declan said, chuckling as he pushed the snowmobile outside and closed the garage door.

“Living so close to the mountains, you never really know. The weather station isn’t always spot-on,” he added with a grin, climbing onto the snowmobile and extending a hand to help her up.

She settled in behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist for support.

He started the engine, the machine roaring to life beneath them. He revved it a few times and then they shot forward, carving a path through the pristine snow. Elise let out a delighted scream as they sped across the snowy landscape, her arms tightening around him in exhilaration.

“You’re enjoying this too much!” she yelled over the whirring of the engine, her voice filled with laughter and excitement.