Page 7 of Tempting Bo (Montgomery Dreams #2)

KENZIE

I’m dreaming.

I have to be. It’s the only thing that makes sense.

How else do I explain the fact that I’m sitting across from Bo at a fancy steakhouse, on a date ? We’re both dressed up and blushing, and it simultaneously feels incredibly awkward, like we’ve been doing this forever.

“We actually hang out these days,” Bo says with a laugh. “Now that Dad and Greg got over their shit, they’re like two peas in a pod.”

I shake my head in mirth as I sip my soda. Oakley filled me in on the whole deal with Chuckles when I called her the other morning, and she was thrilled to hear that Bo and I were going on a date. She seems to be under the impression that everyone but the two of us knew this would happen.

“It’s still weird to think about y’all actually liking Jamie,” I tease. “I still remember when you’d glare at him from across the table at the diner.”

“I take my role as a big brother very seriously.”

Bo and I both burst into laughter, quiet snickers filling the air.

The lighting in the restaurant is low, but I can still see every flicker of amusement in his eyes.

He showed up to my apartment in a dark green button down and a leather jacket I recognize from our high school days.

I hardly managed to tell him he looked good because I was so busy trying to convince myself it’s real.

I feel a little underdressed in comparison in a sweater dress and boots, but Bo seems to like it. If the way his pupils blew wide when he first saw me is any indication, he really likes it.

I never thought Bo would look at me like that.

We keep chatting as we work our way through dessert, conversation flowing just as easily as always.

I was worried that going on a date would make things awkward, but it’s as easy to be around him as it always has been.

He insists on paying when the bill comes, and I let him.

I haven’t been on a date in forever, and it’s been even longer since I’ve been on a date I actually enjoyed.

I can bear to let him spoil me, just this once.

“I don’t want to let you go, but it’s getting late,” he says ruefully as we head back out to the car.

“We’ve still got the whole car ride,” I remind him, bumping our shoulders together.

It feels a little too vulnerable to admit that I don’t want tonight to end, either. So much has changed already, and I’m a little scared to ask for more.

He opens the door to his truck for me and waits until I take a seat and buckle in before closing the door behind me.

It’s both familiar and so very different.

I’ve been in the passenger seat of his truck more times than I can count, and I know the cracks in his dash like I know the back of my own hand.

The hum of the engine is a comforting drone as we chat on the drive back. He purposefully takes the scenic route and just barely hits the speed limit, drawing our time together out further.

It’s unbearably sweet.

When he can’t pretend to take any more wrong turns and pulls up to park in front of my apartment, I want to cry a little. Tonight has been magical, and I’m not ready for it to end.

“Let me walk you to your door,” he says after parking.

Butterflies riot in my gut, and I nod in agreement. I’m pretty sure Bo could ask me for damn near anything and I’d say yes.

We walk to the door, hand in hand, both of us smiling so wide we probably look ridiculous. I can’t bring myself to care. I can’t remember ever being this happy in my entire life.

“I had fun tonight,” Bo says as we stop in front of my door. “Had the prettiest girl in the whole world on my arm and an amazing dinner.”

I shake my head and laugh, blushing violently. Leave it to him to make me feel like some fairy tale princess instead of just… me.

“I had a good time too.” I take a step closer to him, trying to be braver than I feel. “Think we should do it again?”

My voice shakes a little, but I’m not surprised. I’ve never been more nervous for the answer to a question.

“A million times over, if I get my way,” Bo says, reaching out to run his hand through my red curls. “I’m not letting you go anywhere, Kenz.”

I melt into his touch when he steps closer and wraps his hand around the nape of my neck, so close I can smell the woodsy scent of his cologne and see the shadow of stubble growing on his chin again.

His hand is warm on the side of my neck, the scratch of his calluses enough to make my mind cloud. As if I could think straight with him this close, anyway.

“Can I?” he asks, his lips barely an inch from mine.

I don't bother answering him.

I just close the distance between us, my brain shutting off the second our lips meet. He hums against my mouth, pleasure radiating off him as he pulls me closer. I melt into his touch, breathing in his cologne as my hands twine into his hair.

I've never wanted anything so badly in my life, and it's like the whole world just falls into place all at once.

His tongue slips between my lips, and I moan at the feeling, the taste of him. I catch the remnants of cheesecake on his tongue, and I chase the flavor to every corner of his mouth. His body pressed against mine causes me to gasp.

He's warm and solid against me, every inch of his body corded with muscle.

“You should come in,” I say, fisting my hands in the collar of his shirt.

We're both panting, and I can feel the flush building on my cheeks as Bo stares down at me. A grin twitches at the corner of his lips, and the hand on my hip squeezes slightly.

“Yeah?” he asks breathlessly.

“Yeah.” I giggle and tug him in for a series of sloppy, distracted kisses as I fumble my key into the lock. “Spend the night.”

I'm not quite bold enough to say the words out loud, at least not while we're both still dressed, but I don't want there to be any doubt about what I want. What I need .

As soon as I get the door open, I tug him inside. He doesn't give me a second to breathe, taking control the second we're past the door. He spins me and walks me back against the door until it closes behind me, his mouth ravenous against mine.

His hands are everywhere, in my hair, on my waist, teasing under the hem of my dress.

“Tell me what you want,” he says as he kisses down my throat.

His cock is hard through his slacks, pressing against my thigh as he pins me to the door.

“Everything,” I gasp, tangling my hands in his hair. “You, I want you.”

He doesn't hesitate, doesn't even pull his mouth away from my throat before he wraps his hands beneath my thighs and lifts me up. I squeal in shock and wrap my legs around his hips. It takes no effort for him to carry me, his arms strong and sturdy around me.

“Where’s your bedroom?” he asks between kisses.

“Down the hall,” I gasp. “On the left.”

Words fail us as he carries me down the hall, our mouths far too busy with other things. I can’t form a single coherent thought other than an insatiable need for more .

I want to be closer, to be so close nothing could separate us. Our kisses turn sloppy and frantic as Bo fumbles the door to my bedroom open. It feels like both of us have been waiting for this, needy and insatiable and unspeakably desperate for each other.

He lays me down on the bed gently, never pulling back or allowing an inch of distance between us.

His hands turn from holding to grasping to clawing, his teeth sinking into my lower lip as he drags the hem of my dress up. I didn’t have much in the way of lingerie, but the shaky groan that falls from his lips as he traces over the edge of lace on my panties tells me he doesn’t mind.

“I need you, Kenz,” he murmurs, finally pulling away to look at me.

I’m breathless already, but the heat in his eyes would’ve stolen the air from my lungs if there was any.

His hair is a mess, brown strands rumpled from my hands carding through them, and his lips are swollen from kissing me.

I’ve never seen Bo look so undone, and the sight sends a bolt of pure need straight into my core.

“You’ve got me,” I tell him, reaching up to tug at the buttons on his shirt.

He lets me unbutton it before shrugging it off entirely and tossing it aside. His bare chest is corded with muscle, golden tan from a life spent working outside. My mouth waters at the sight.

Bo wastes no time stripping my dress off, dropping to his knees and peppering kisses over my thighs as he works the hem up to my waist. I arch into the soft touches of his lips as I pull my dress the rest of the way up and over my head, leaving me in just my bra and panties.

Bo’s teeth press into the inside of my thigh and he looks up at me, a primal hunger in his eyes.

He looks almost manic as he groans appreciatively, his fingers digging into the outside of my thighs.

“Can I taste you?”

I go lightheaded just at the thought of having his mouth on me properly, and all I can do is nod.

He doesn’t make me wait, just as desperate as I am, and he yanks me to the edge of the bed before tossing my thighs over his shoulders.

My hands fly to his hair in anticipation as my stomach flutters.

I catch a single glimpse of his eyes, dark and ravenous, before he buries his face between my legs.

All thought flies from my head at the feeling of his tongue pressing against me, only a thin layer of fabric separating us.

I whine in need, unable to find the words to ask him for what I want, but he doesn’t tease me for long. He seems to need this just as much as I do.

He leans back just far enough to yank my panties down my legs and throws them behind him as soon as he gets them off. I don’t have a second to get ready before he buries his mouth between my legs, eating at me like a man starved.