Page 16 of Tempting Bo (Montgomery Dreams #2)

KENZIE

It’s easy to convince yourself to try when you can’t fathom doing anything else.

I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want Bo. The only thing to do is to give it a shot. I won’t forgive myself if I don’t at least try.

Things on the farm are going well, and the kids seem to be really enjoying themselves.

I don’t let myself slack off while I’m there, but it’s nice to see Bo whenever I do take a break.

Things have gone back to normal between us, and it’s more relieving than I want to admit.

After all, I’ve never been the kind of girl who relied on external validation, much less from a romantic partner.

I have a life and plans of my own, and I’ve always viewed romance as an added bonus, not something I needed .

It’s time to admit that I need Bo.

He’s always been important to me, but it took the threat of losing him for me to realize just how much I care about him. I finally found someone I love, and I won’t let Savannah Ward, of all people, get in the way of that.

No, I’m going to enjoy spending time with Bo, and we’re going to figure out a way to handle this that doesn’t involve breaking up. I won’t settle for anything less.

I’ve been looking forward to tonight since I invited him to dinner on Wednesday, but I’m still a bundle of nerves as I wait for my doorbell to ring. I damn near swoon when it finally doe,s and I open my door to Bo with a bouquet of pink lilies.

They’ve always been my favorite, and he smiles sheepishly as he hands them over to me.

“You wouldn’t let me bring anything to help with dinner, but I couldn’t show up empty handed,” he says with a laugh.

I don’t say anything in response, just tug him through the doorway and drape my arm over his neck so I can pull him down into a kiss.

He bends helpfully, and I rise on my tiptoes, and the whole world slots right into place when our lips meet.

He tastes like spearmint gum and those awful energy drinks he chugs, and I’ve never felt more famished.

I kiss him languidly in the doorway for what feels like hours, broad hands on my waist, holding me like I’m the most precious, fragile thing he’s ever seen.

“I set something really special up for dinner,” I tell him when I finally pull back. “Couldn’t let you interfere with my plans. Let me set these up, I’ll meet you in the living room.”

I need a second to get my head on straight again, but putting the flowers in a vase is as good an excuse as any. I’m not kidding, I did put a lot of thought into tonight.

I’m just hoping he’ll recognize it.

I take my time organizing the stems in the nicest vase I have before centering them on the kitchen table. They add a nice pop of color to the muted beige of the rest of the room, and I can’t wait to see them every morning when I come into my kitchen.

The noise of Bo settling in has stopped by the time I make my way into the living room, and my face splits into a wide grin when I see him bundled up in a ratty old blanket.

He’s cross-legged on my living room floor, looking so much like the teenager he was when I left town.

His shoulders are broader, his hair more sun-streaked, but he’s still the same Bo.

“Blast from the past,” he says, lifting one of the plates with a grin.

I chuckle as I make my way over, proud of myself for finding them on such short notice. The plate in front of him is in the shape of a cartoon frog, and the other one is decked out with the face of a cartoon cheetah.

“I had to order new ones. Your mom said the ones from when we were younger are in storage.”

A pizza from one of the local shops sits, steaming, on the coffee table, along with a couple cans of diet soda. I don’t drink much soda these days, but it’s important to set the mood properly.

Even the blanket around Bo’s shoulders was chosen very specifically for tonight. I had to borrow it from Oakley’s bedroom.

Bo takes everything with an easygoing grin as I fold myself down onto the floor beside him. I hope he remembers, because otherwise, I’m going to look either ridiculous or just flat out weird.

“Are we going to watch Silence of the Lambs?”

Guess I didn’t need to worry about him not remembering, then. I bite back a sigh of relief.

“We sure are,” I say, turning the TV on.

It would’ve been reasonable for him not to remember, really.

It was just another night, and we weren’t even really friends back then.

We were both just waiting on Oakley to get home, and wound up hanging out for a few hours.

I always think of that night as the night we became friends, but I figured it wouldn’t hold much significance for him.

Maybe everyone’s comments about waiting for us to get together have a little more substance to them than I thought.

“Are you giving me a chance to make up for not kissing you when I was teenager even though I wanted to?” he teases, bumping our shoulders together.

I blush as he takes a bite of his pizza, grinning at me around the cheese and sauce.

“I’m recreating the night I fell in love with you, but if you want to kiss me, feel free.

” I say it nonchalantly, acting much more certain of myself than I feel.

My heart pounds in my chest as I crack open my soda can.

I expect Bo to laugh it off, or maybe to kiss my cheek and say something sweet.

Instead, he chokes so violently on a bite of pizza that I have to pound on his back for fear of him dying on my living room floor.

He sucks in a gasp as soon as he clears his airway, reaching for his soda. I watch, worried, as he gulps down half the can and pounds his chest with the flat of his palm before looking back up at me.

“Sorry.” He laughs, shaking his head and setting his soda back down. “Didn’t expect you to say it so…” He waves his hands around. “Just put it out there, y’know? I was trying to find the right time to say it.”

A blush heats my face, and I stare at him, slack jawed.

“I—” I stop, scratch over the back of my neck, laugh nervously. “I mean, feel free.”

This isn’t how it’s going to go, is it? I had a whole romantic speech planned, but I just blurted it out within five minutes of him being here.

And it’s not like I expected him to say it back , at least not immediately.

“Nah, now you’re expecting it,” he says, that teasing note back in his voice. “I have to surprise you. Telling someone you love them and proposing are both required to be surprises.”

Proposing ?

Well, now I’m really shocked silent. He’s not planning on proposing, is he? What about… everything ?

“Maybe it’s a little presumptuous, but I don’t think I can focus on the movie right now,” Bo says, derailing my thoughts. “I’m much too hungry.”

I almost say something ridiculous about the pizza being right in front of us, but Bo unfolds himself from the floor before I can open my mouth. He pulls me up onto my own feet before lifting me straight off them and into his arms like a princess.

Bo takes my mouth in a ravenous kiss, already heading down the hallway as he kisses me senseless. All I can think about is the strength of his arms as he carries me effortlessly and the pure desire rolling off of him.

“What about dinner?” I ask, giggling in his arms.

“We can microwave it,” he says, not pausing his stride toward my bedroom.

Pizza’s better reheated anyway.

“Life’s short, eat dessert first?”

“That’s the spirit.”

All thoughts of dinner flee from my mind as Bo lays me down atop my bed.

He handles me so gently, not tossing me down onto the sheets to have his way with me, even though I can feel his need thrumming just beneath his skin.

I want to tell him that it’s okay, that he can take me however he needs, however he wants, but I can’t find the words when his mouth dips to my throat.

He kisses burning lines of fire down to my collarbones, teeth nipping just hard enough to send a jolt of surprising excitement to my core.

I arch into every touch as he shoves the hem of my sweater up and tugs it off over my head without hesitation.

My breasts are adorned with lavender lace, but the bra is covered by his hands in a matter of moments, his face pressed between my breasts as he lavishes kisses there.

He seems desperate to taste every inch of me, and I’ve never felt so needed in my life.

“Fuck, Bo,” I gasp as he unclasps my bra and tosses it off to the side.

“That’s it.” His voice is practically a growl against my skin, teeth and lips and tongue working against my nipple as he mumbles his words into my flesh. “Say my name, baby, let me know how good I make you feel.”

The words make me go a little faint, or maybe it’s the sight of him yanking his own shirt off over his head.

Rippling muscles gleam in the light of my bedside lamp, solid and sturdy and all straining toward me.

I can see the bulge of his cock in his jeans, and I’ve never been more desperate to be filled.

I hook my legs around his hips when he bends down over me again, tugging him ever closer as I meet his lips in a kiss so searing I feel like it’ll weld the two of us together. He grunts out his pleasure as I rake my nails over his back, grinding his hips down against mine.

“Want you, Bo,” I gasp as he fumbles at my leggings. “I’ve waited long enough, don’t tease me.”

I’ve waited my whole life for this, years of pining and wishing and wanting, all coming together to finally get the only thing I’ve ever wanted. Bo huffs out a sound that’s nothing but pure need and ducks his head in the hollow of my throat to suck in a few shallow breaths.

When he pulls back, his eyes are almost black with need, and the gentle restraint he’s been moving with disappears.

Bo yanks at my leggings like he’s rabid, a ragged moan tearing from his chest at the sight of the lacy panties that match my bra.

He buries his face between my thighs, movements frenzied and sloppy as he struggles his way out of his jeans.

It feels like he can’t decide what he wants to do, sucking hickies into the crook of my thigh in one moment and then nosing the scrap of fabric between my legs aside to get a proper taste of me in the next.

I can’t keep up, overwhelmed by his need and his touches, and it’s almost a relief when he crawls back on top of me. The taste of my own wetness on his lips is almost enough to cloud my mind completely, but the desire to have him inside of me is stronger.

I have no doubt that this will only be one round of many tonight, and I’m too impatient to draw this one out.

I refuse him another kiss, struggling to shove my panties down my own thighs instead.

He’s completely bare between my legs, his cock so hard it’s throbbing, precum beading at the tip.

My patience evaporates entirely. He backs off enough to help me strip my panties, and I take advantage of it to flip him on his back.

“Fuck,” he grunts, a thrilled grin stretching over his lips as I climb up to straddle his waist. “God, you’re so fucking pretty , Kenz.”

I ignore the compliment in favor of fumbling the nightstand drawer open to find a condom.

He never stops touching me, callused palms skating over soft skin and sending shivers up my spine.

His thumbs roll around my nipples and make me quiver, and he chuckles at the way my lashes flutter in pleasure.

His grin fades into an expression of pure bliss when I finally grab hold of him and roll the condom down over his aching cock.

I waste no time positioning him, and sink over the length of him as soon as I find the right angle.

Pleasure spears straight through me as I take him in, the stretch so exquisite that I can hardly breathe through it.

Bo’s hands fly to my hips as he tosses his head back on a breathless exaltation of bliss.

My whole body trembles as I take him all the way down to the root, grinding our hips together as I get used to the feeling again.

His eyes are blown wide in pleasure when I look back down at him, and he grins wolfishly as he bucks his hips up against mine. A bolt of white-hot bliss sears straight up my spine, and we both lose ourselves to the movement, body against body, soul against soul.

He pulls me down to press my chest against his and steals my lips in a fevered kiss, whispering words of adoration against my skin as we writhe together.

“Perfect, baby, you’re perfect.”

I gasp as my orgasm creeps its way up my spine, muscles tensing in excitement. He holds onto my hips and moves with me, meeting my every thrust and filling me so perfectly that I can’t think past the pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, right there!”

I scream out his name as I cum, my cunt spasming around the length of his cock. He yanks me impossibly closer as he follows me over the edge, panting my name into my curls, fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise.

We collapse into each other as we ride out the waves of orgasm, clinging to each other through the aftershocks.

Bo lets out a breathless laugh as he trails his fingers over my spine, adoring and affectionate, and I follow suit until both of us dissolve into a fit of giggles. I never thought it would be like this with Bo, but it makes sense that everything is easy and as perfect as a relationship can be.

I sit up with him still inside of me, both of us moaning softly at the feeling. He traces his hands down to my waist, and I grin teasingly when I feel his cock twitch inside of me, already hardening again.

“Fuck, look at you.”

We might wind up eating the pizza for breakfast at this rate, but I’m not going to complain.