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Close to You (Fusion #2) Page 62
Author: Kristen Proby

I turn to look at my girls, who all have soft smiles on their pretty faces. “I really like this one.”

“It’s great,” Riley says, wiping her eyes.

“You look so happy,” Mia adds, also wiping tears. “And I just realized that you’re going to be my sister by marriage.”

“I know,” I reply, not even bothering to stop the tears rolling down my cheeks. Addie is in full-on pregnancy sob mode, and Kat is the only one simply sporting a wide, happy smile.

“It’s perfect,” Kat says. “It’s you.”

“Let’s add this,” Lori says, clipping a veil in my hair and turning me back to the mirror.

Holy crap, I’m getting married.

“Cami,” Riley says, standing dramatically. “Are you saying yes to this dress?”

I laugh, wipe a tear from my cheek, and say, “Yes!”

“We are so good at this,” Addie says before blowing her nose in a tissue. “Like, really good at it.”

“What, being friends, or finding wedding dresses?”

“Both.”

“THEY MADE ME try on some of the most hideous dresses,” I tell Landon that night as we lounge on my couch. His head is in my lap and I’m combing my fingers through his soft, dark hair. His eyes are closed. “Even after I found my dress, they made me try on others that were just ridiculous. I’m sure the saleslady was happy to see the back of us.”

“I’m just happy you found something you like,” he says, then sighs in happiness when I use my nails to scratch his scalp, grip his hair in my fist, and give a little pull. “That feels good.”

“Mm,” I reply. “Then we had lunch, and I was tired after that, but the others insisted that they needed pretty new dresses for the big day too, so we spent a few hours in the mall.”

“Did they find something?”

“Yes, they all found some great stuff. At one point, Kat tried on this jumpsuit and walked out the dressing room and was all like, ‘I’m gonna go like this.’ and Addie said, ‘Oh, no, you are not going to fuck up the pictures wearing that.’”

I chuckle at the memory.

“Sounds like you had fun.”

“We did.”

“Good.” He turns on his side, facing my belly. “Don’t worry, buddy, Mommy and her friends might be a little crazy, but I have your back.”

Mommy. My breath catches at his words. Oh my God, I’m going to be someone’s mommy.

If that isn’t enough to strike terror in my heart, I don’t know what is.

Suddenly Landon pushes his hand under my T-shirt and drags his fingertips up my rib cage, making me catch my breath for a whole different reason.

Jesus, all he has to do is barely touch me and I’m on fire. He leans in and kisses my bare stomach, pushing my shirt up, gesturing for me to lift it over my head and toss it aside.

“Your skin is so soft,” he says quietly, his lips traveling over my ribs and up to my bare nipples. “I love that you weren’t wearing a bra.”

“I took it off when I changed clothes when I got home,” I reply, and tip my head back against the couch, when he tweaks one nipple with his fingers and the other with his tongue. “It came in handy.”

“Very,” he replies. His hand dips under the waistband of my yoga pants, but before he can make me too crazy, I move, urging him to sit up, and I straddle his lap, grinding my still-covered core over him. “Fuck, I never stop wanting you.” His voice is raw and his breath is coming in short pants. He drags his nails up my back and buries his fingers in my hair, fisting them and pulling.

“Oh, yeah,” I moan.

“You like that?”

“You know I do.” He lets go and I look down at him to find him grinning wickedly.

I love it when he looks at me like that. Very good things happen when he’s in this mood.

Wicked things.

Naughty things.

I can’t wait.

“I want to suck on you,” I murmur against his lips. Suddenly he palms my ass, flexing his fingers hard, and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on as he walks to the stairs.

“I have a better idea,” he replies, then kisses me as he climbs the stairs and gets us both settled, naked, on the bed.

“We’re never going to have sex on the couch.” I pout, then laugh when he bites the ball of my shoulder.

“Eventually,” he says. His tongue glides over my collarbone, and then he places a wet kiss at the hollow of my throat. “But for right now I want to make love to my fiancée in our bed.”

“I support that wholeheartedly.” I gasp when his hand glides down my stomach and his fingers find their way to my pussy. “You’re really great with your hands.”

“Just my hands?”

“So far.”

“Hmm.” He licks my neck, tugs my ear between his teeth, then proceeds to kiss me madly. His hand is playing me like an instrument, and I’m making sounds I didn’t know I was capable of. My hips are moving, rocking against him, and just when I’m about to fall over the ledge, he stops. “Not yet.”

“I’m so close,” I say, reaching for him. He captures my hands in one of his and pins them over my head.

“I’m in control here,” he says, his voice hard, but his eyes are happy and bright with lust. His gaze slowly slides from my face, down my torso to my wet pussy, and back up again. “You’re stunning.”

“You’re sexy as fuck and I want you.”

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