Melt With You: Fated, Book 4 by Karen Erickson Read Free Book Online

      “Her gown is beautiful,” Lanie said on a sigh for about the tenth time.
            Not that Wes could blame her for
continually saying it. Morgan’s dress was definitely beautiful. The entire
wedding was a gorgeous affair, one Wes soon wouldn’t forget especially because
he had participated as best man.
            It was also going to be a special night in
his personal life, if he could get over his nerves and do what he’d been
planning for the last month.
            Slipping his hand into his tuxedo jacket,
he curled his fingers around the black velvet box nestled within. His palms
were sweaty, and his heart raced.
            God, what if she said no…
            The
music stopped and everyone applauded the bride and groom, startling Wes from
his thoughts. Smiling down at Lanie , he let her lead
him onto the dance floor along with the dozen or so other swarming couples who
all turned to each other and began swaying to the music.
            “You look very handsome.” She brushed
delicate fingers across his lapel, admiration tingeing her voice. “You should
wear a tux every day.”
            “I’d get too much attention at work,” he
joked.
            She frowned. “Maybe that’s not such a good
idea.”
            “I could come up with another reason for
wearing a tux again.” He purposely kept his voice light, but inside he was so
nervous he wasn’t sure he’d be able to get the words out right.
            “Oh, really? Maybe you could keep the bowtie somehow.” She smiled and leaned in close. She
wore heels, which put her right on level with his ear and she took advantage of
her newfound height. “And wear just the tie and nothing else to bed,” she
whispered in his ear.
            Ah, shit. He needed to focus. Not get
distracted by her vivid imagination. “Great idea but I had something else in
mind.”
            “Like what?” She dropped a light kiss on
his ear before she shifted so their gazes met.
            “Like maybe we could have our own wedding
ceremony.” Reaching into his jacket pocket, he withdrew the little box and held
it in front of her.
            Lanie stopped moving as did he, her eyes wide, her lips
parted. “What is that?” She flicked her gaze up to his.
            “Open it and find out.” His throat was
tight, clogged with emotion as he watched her grab the box and pop it open with
shaking fingers.
            “Oh.” She stared at the sparkling diamond
engagement ring nestled within the black velvet box. He’d kept the ring simple,
a round solitaire set on a platinum band.
            When she looked up at him once more, her
eyes were filled with unshed tears. “It’s beautiful.”
            “I want you to be my wife, Lanie .” He plucked the ring from the box and reached for
her left hand, giving it a squeeze. “Will you marry me?” She nodded, a tiny sob
escaping her. “Yes. Yes, of course I’ll marry you.” With a shaky smile he
slipped the ring on her finger then drew her in close, holding her so tight he
was afraid he’d crush her. She squeezed him just as hard, her face pressed
against his shirtfront. Her tears dampened his shirt and he drew her away from
him, reaching out to wipe away the tears that slid down her cheeks with the pad
of his thumb.
            “Don’t cry, baby. This is a good thing.”
It killed him to see her cry. His heart literally hurt, thinking he made her
sad.
            She smiled and laughed, the tears still
flowing. “It’s a good cry, trust me.” He tipped up her chin with his index
finger, and then pressed a gentle kiss to her parted lips. “I love you.”
            “I
love you too.” She released a trembling breath and kissed him again. “I need to
call my folks.”
            “They already know.”
            “What?”
            “I asked for their permission to marry you
last week.”