Page 28 of Tempting Bo (Montgomery Dreams #2)

KENZIE

Bo’s starving when he walks through the door of our house.

He announces this by picking me up by my waist and depositing me on the countertop I was cleaning and shoving my dress up around my hips without preamble. There is no time to let out a shocked gasp of his name before he rips my panties down my legs and props my thighs over his shoulders.

There’s no hesitation as he leans forward and fits his mouth to my pussy, groaning at the taste of me. I shiver and cry out his name when he yanks me forward until my hips are on the edge of the counter.

He eats at me like he can’t get enough, sloppy and desperate from the very start.

My head snaps back to bounce against one of the cabinets, but I pay it no mind.

The only thing that exists in my world right now is the perfect, insistent pleasure of Bo’s talented tongue.

His hands clench down on my thighs, keeping me firmly in place as he licks into me.

He wastes no time taking what he wants, working me up to the edge without even a word.

His lips trail burning kisses over my thigh as he pulls back just far enough to slide two fingers into my dripping pussy.

“ Fuck , Bo!” I cry, arching into his touch.

He grins as he laps at my clit, humming his own pleasure against my flesh. The vibration of it is enough to send me over the edge, and I clench my thighs around his head as it washes over me.

There’s no reprieve, no hesitation as my orgasm burns through me.

Everything is slick, burning bliss, fire in my veins.

I can hardly breathe through the onslaught, but Bo keeps playing my body like a fiddle.

He knows every spot that makes me shake, and he abuses them until I’m hardly even capable of whining.

His mouth never stops, and his fingers curl against the spot that has me seeing stars, relentless and hungry for every noise that spills from my mouth.

He drags another orgasm from me before I push him back and slump against the cabinet behind my head to catch my breath.

It doesn’t deter him in the slightest, and he stands with a wicked grin, his chin still slick from my cunt as he flicks his belt open. His cock tents his jeans obscenely, and he sighs in relief when he shoves them down his thighs.

I’ll never get used to how stunning he is.

His shirt may as well be painted on, shoved up to his waist and clinging to every inch of his muscled torso. My mouth waters at the sight of his sturdy hips and thick, heavy cock. He smirks as he steps between my thighs again, chuckling when my breath hitches.

“Something you want, baby?” he asks teasingly, rubbing the head of his cock against my clit.

I grab him by the shoulder and yank him closer, my patience long since gone. “You,” I demand, bucking my hips forward.

He doesn’t make me wait.

The stretch of his cock is always perfect, mind numbing and exquisite in a way that nothing else holds a flame to. I whimper as he bottoms out, filling me so deeply that I’m surprised I can’t see the bulge of him through my stomach.

His patience seems to evaporate as soon as he sinks to the root, hips twitching in need. I wrap my legs around him in a silent demand for him to take everything he needs.

We fall into the familiar push and pull of our bodies against each other, hunger and need molding us to each other as we chase pleasure together. He ducks his head into the crook of my shoulder as his thrusts quicken, and I moan at the way he bucks up into me.

“Together,” I gasp. “Fill me up, Bo.”

That’s all it takes.

He spills inside of me with an almost feral growl, his hands tight on my hips as he grinds impossibly deeper.

I shatter around him at the feeling of his cock twitching and the flood of warmth inside of me.

My fingers twist in his hair as I writhe against him, bliss overriding all conscious thought and forcing me to tremble in his arms.

He holds me as we both come down, his heavy breaths turning to happy laughter. I sink into the feeling of his lips on my neck as my heart rate settles back to something resembling normalcy.

My legs are shaky when he finally pulls out, and I grimace when he pulls my panties back up. We’ll hop in the shower soon enough, but his spend is already trickling down my thighs.

“I take it you had a good day, then?” I ask teasingly.

“God, no,” he groans as he pulls his jeans back up and zips them. “It was exhausting. All I could think of was getting back home to you.”

His words remind me of what’s been on my mind all day, and the sated relaxation that comes along with several mind blowing orgasms fades away. I’m not worried, but it’s kind of a big thing. Nerves are normal when you have life changing news to share with someone you love.

“Want me to make it a better day?” I ask, aiming for playfulness and falling just short.

Bo snorts, raking his eyes over my rumpled dress. “Trust me, you already did, baby.”

“Hush.” I smack his shoulder and huff out a fond sigh. “Let me give you good news.”

He blinks in confusion, but obediently shuts his mouth, mimicking locking his lips and tossing the key away.

I have… no clue how to say it.

We've been trying for a while now, but I always expected to take the first test together. I didn't think it was anything more than a stomach bug. I certainly didn't expect the test I took just to be careful to come back positive .

Now that we're here, I don't know how to tell him.

A mess of anxiety and excitement curls in my gut as I take in the curiosity shining in his eyes. Words dry up in my throat, and action comes easier. I take one of Bo’s hands in mine and press it flat over my stomach.

His brows furrow in confusion as he glances back and forth between my face and my stomach. My breath catches in my chest when I see the spark of understanding light in his brown eyes. They blow wide in excitement, and his smile grows so huge it has to hurt his cheeks.

He drops straight to his knees, his other hand coming up to cup my tummy adoringly.

“Really?” he asks breathlessly.

“Really.” I laugh, overwhelmed by joy and excitement as Bo leans forward to press a gentle kiss to my belly button. “I took the test this morning.”

He laughs—not his usual boisterous shout of a laugh, but something soft and tremulous, disbelieving and thrilled in equal measures.

“God.” The word escapes him on a breath, reverent and adoring as he cups my stomach. “I would've been more careful with you if I knew.”

I laugh and haul him up off his knees to pull him into another kiss.

One hand stays carefully cupping my belly, but he wraps the other around the back of my neck and holds me still as he kisses me breathless.

I can't imagine how he's going to be by the time I'm showing, but it's going to be just as charming as this is.

“I'm not that fragile yet,” I say with a laugh against his lips. “And you weren't very rough with me, mister.”

“Yeah, but you're the most precious thing in my life, Kenz. I have to make sure I treat you like it.”

His hands are soft on my body as he touches me, gentle and lazy, trailing fingertips over smooth skin like he wants to memorize every inch of me. My chest aches with affection and I tug him to meet me for one more kiss.

“You do, Bo,” I whisper. “Every day.”

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