Page 9 of Tempting Bo (Montgomery Dreams #2)

KENZIE

Early morning sunlight slides across the floor, fingers reaching up the sides of the bed until they splay over my lashes and pull me from sleep.

I groan softly and turn my face into the pillow. I won’t fall back asleep now that I’m up, but I want to linger in the pleasant warmth of a slept-in bed and rumpled sheets for just a little longer.

Opening my eyes is nerve wracking, but the sight of tousled brown hair on the pillow beside mine dissolves all of my anxiety instantly. He’s really here.

He’s still here.

This all feels like a dream, a fantasy I would never allow myself to entertain.

But the light is soft and golden, and Bo’s skin practically glows.

My sheets are draped low over his hips, leaving his muscles bare to my gaze.

I reach out to trace my nails down the line of his spine, humming in pleasure at the warmth of his skin under my fingertips.

He stirs slightly, pressing into my touch.

He flips his head over on the pillow to face me, golden lashes fluttering as his eyelids slip open. The bare affection in his eyes takes my breath away.

He reaches one muscled arm out and wraps it around my waist. I feel light as a feather as he drags me closer, a sleepy smile on his lips.

“Good morning,” he says.

He tucks his face into my throat, causing me to giggle when his hair tickles my cheek, but I don’t pull away, desperate for more of him in every way. I want more sleepy smiles and more dinner dates and more kisses; more of everything. I could drown in him and not be satisfied.

“Good morning,” I say, dragging my fingers through the mess of his hair. “Did you sleep well?”

His lips curve into a smile against my collarbone, and he presses a chaste kiss there before answering.

“I kept waking up thinking I had dreamed the whole thing,” he admits with a soft laugh. “Thank god it’s not a dream. I don’t want it to end.”

God, I never thought I’d hear Bo say something like that. It’s still hard to convince myself that I’m not dreaming, even with Bo’s hands splayed across my back and on my hip.

“I don’t either,” I say. “Want some breakfast?”

He has to work today, but I’ll take any excuse to keep him here a little longer. His teeth nip up from my shoulder to my throat, and he hums agreeably.

“Breakfast sounds perfect.”

Instead of food, it seems to be me he intends to feast on.

He rolls me beneath him, pinning me to the bed with the wide frame of his body.

My breath hitches in my chest at the feeling of skin against skin, yet more proof that last night wasn’t just a fever dream.

His thighs are well muscled between mine, the entirety of his form bulky compared to me.

I’m not exactly dainty , but he makes me feel like I could fit in the palm of his hand.

His lips stay curled into a grin as he kisses his way down my neck to my chest, but he doesn’t linger for long. He pauses only long enough to scrape his teeth over one of my nipples, just enough to pull a gasp from my lips and make my back arch.

Every touch is fleeting, his hands roaming just as much as his mouth, and the effect is hypnotizing. He’s not holding me down with any force, but I feel completely bound.

My stomach quivers as he kisses over it, his movements random and fueled by palpable hunger. When he sinks his teeth into my hip, I whimper, clenching around nothing. I’m embarrassingly wet already, just as starving for him as he is for me.

He props my thighs over his shoulders, watching me intently as I shiver with every movement.

“Please, Bo,” I whisper, reaching down to thread my fingers through his hair.

His smile widens, predatory and gleaming with want, and he buries his face between my thighs.

I toss my head back on a shout of his name, unprepared for the onslaught of pleasure. The scratch of his stubble against the inside of my thighs is enough to make my mind go blank on its own, but combined with the wet warmth of his tongue, I feel like I’m drowning in bliss.

He devours me ruthlessly, strong hands holding my hips steady against his face as he eats at me. I don’t get a single second of reprieve, forced to endure wave after wave of overwhelming sensation. Bo’s golden eyes never stray from mine, pride and arousal swimming in his gaze.

I clutch at his hair, sure that if I let go, I’ll fly straight through the roof. My breaths are shaky as I chant out his name, a plea and an exaltation all at once.

My orgasm slams into me without any warning.

I clutch my thighs tight around Bo’s head, my voice breaking on a wail as my whole body tenses.

Pleasure sears white-hot through my veins, and all I can do is ride the waves, shaking and shuddering my way through it.

Bo draws it out with teasing flicks of his tongue, tiny movements that shouldn’t feel as intense as they do.

He chuckles at me when I finally release him from the grip of my thighs, his lips slick with my wetness.

“Breakfast was great.” His voice is husky with unspoken desire, and I jolt at the feeling of warm breath against my inner thigh. “I think I’m still hungry, though.”

Bo and I spent far too long in bed.

It’s likely he’ll be late for work, but he doesn’t seem to care. He steps up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, a casual warmth in the movement, like we’ve done this a million times over. His lips are soft when they kiss my temple, lingering there as he speaks.

“I’ve got to get to the farm before Dad notices I’m late,” he says. “Want to catch up later? I already miss you.”

I laugh, bright and full of cheer, and turn my head to catch his lips in a proper kiss.

“You haven’t even left yet.” The honesty shimmering in his eyes makes my heart clench with affection. “I’ll pick up some stuff for dinner when I go grocery shopping. Come over after you’re off work?”

His eyes crinkle at the corners from how wide he smiles, and he nods definitively before stealing one last kiss.

“I’ll see you then, gorgeous.”

I raise one hand in a lazy wave as he pulls his boots on.

I’m still not used to the sight of him in my apartment, and it feels like a dream when he blows me a kiss before heading out.

The dreaminess doesn’t fade after the door closes behind him because I can still smell his cologne lingering in the air.

I’m sore between my thighs from the hours we spent last night and this morning exploring each other.

I’ve dreamed about this for longer than I’d care to admit, but I never thought it’d be like this. I always figured there would be something difficult about it, but we mesh so well that it feels like we’ve been together for years already. Now, it’s just time to sit back and watch it grow.

I could get used to this.

I don’t get long to bask in the bliss, my ringtone breaking the quiet calm of my kitchen.

I step away from my sink and pick my phone up off the little circular table, my heart jumping when I see who’s calling.

My cheeks flare with embarrassment, like I was doing something wrong, and my fingers shake a bit as I tap the button to answer her call.

“Oakley!”

“Kenzie, how are you?” she asks, her voice tinny over the phone. “I didn’t wake you up, did I?”

I scratch at the base of my neck with a nervous laugh.

“Oh, no, I’ve been up for a while. I’ve been really good,” I say. “How are you? It’s been ages since we talked!”

“Oh, you know, college is kicking my ass, but I love it. Jamie says hi.” I laugh at the amusement in her voice, returning the greeting.

It’s nice to hear Oakley so upbeat—she sounded like hell when I called her while she was still in New York.

“It’s been way too long, but now that you’re back home, we’ll have to stay in better touch.

Bo mentioned you came to family dinner when you got back into town. ”

The mention of Bo coupled with the sly tone of Oakley’s voice makes my heart trip over itself. I babble before I get proper words out.

“Yeah, I, uh, I ran into your mom at the store. She invited me.”

I suppress the childish urge to ask Oakley what Bo said about me. After this morning, I’m pretty sure I know how he feels about me.

“Yeah, she mentioned that too,” Oakley says. “I was just surprised that Bo brought it up. You know how bad he is about keeping anyone updated. It’s like pulling teeth with him.”

I laugh awkwardly, a blush building on my cheeks. If Oakley could see me, she’d know something was up immediately, but I might be able to keep a cool head long enough to convince her nothing is out of the ordinary. Bo and I haven’t talked about telling anyone yet, or really put a label on things.

“He kept talking about how pretty you looked,” Oakley continues teasingly. “He even mentioned your shoes .”

“Did he?” I ask weakly.

I’m torn between wanting to gush about how excited I am and uncertainty. I shouldn’t say anything before I talk to Bo, but I don’t think he’d do all of this with me if he wasn’t trying to date me.

“Oh, come on , Kenz, don’t leave me hanging!” Oakley says. “Bo’s never talked about a girl like that before, and we’ve all been waiting for you guys to get together for ages. Did it finally happen?”

My mouth drops open in surprise, and my blush flares about a million times brighter.

I wouldn’t be surprised if Oakley could hear my heartbeat through the phone.

I always thought her and Phoebe were just teasing me about how obvious my crush on Bo was.

They were never mean about it—in fact, it made me feel closer to them, knowing they could joke with me like that. I never thought they were serious .

“I—we went on a date. I think we’re dating, or are going to. We haven’t talked about it, but I’m looking forward to finding out.”

Oakley squeals in excitement, babbling about how thrilled she is, and it feels like a huge weight lifts off my shoulders.

I didn’t think I was worried about Bo’s family accepting me, but I guess hearing Oakley be so excited about us getting together was exactly what I needed to quell my worries.

Now I can only hope I didn’t put my foot in my mouth by saying something so early.

I’m just going to have to trust Bo to do right by me. That comes easily, at least.