Romani Prince

Chapter 5: Stolen Kiss

We swim and splash each other until Mina begs for mercy.

We sprint along the water as fast as we can, every time losing for Luka, of course.

We eat the sandwiches from the cooler and drink Carl's beer because no one is here to tell us not to.

Then, Mina and I dig a giant hole and bury Luka as deep as we can.  But when we crumble to the sand, exhausted by the enormous effort of burying a giant, Luka instantly jumps out of his burial, chasing us for a nasty, covered in sand and sweat kind of hug.

Mina manages to escape to the water, but not me.

"Luka!  You're disgusting!  Stop!"

Unrelenting, the sand monster loops a massive arm around my stomach, stopping me abruptly.

"Gotcha!"

We crash into each other and drop to the sand.

Luka rolls over me, trapping my body under his weight, laughing.

I laugh too, trying to push him away with zero success.  "Get off of me, you pig!"

With one of his elbows on the sand and a hand on the other side of my head, Luka turns very serious.  His body is lightly pressed on mine, with his dark and vibrant eyes studying my face as if I was a puzzle that must be solved.

We're skin on skin, so warm... 

I'm hyper-conscious of our extremely intimate position, but I don't dare to move.

His eyes scan my face from my hair to my eyes, my nose, my jawline...  They stop on my lips. 

I lick them instinctively.

Luka takes a strand of my hair in his fingers, taking his time to examine it.

"What are you doing?"  I risk asking while his eyes are locked back on my mouth.

"Engraving every inch of you in my mind, mierea mea."

Luka isn't trying to kiss me or cop a feel.  He's completely inert, just looking at me as if I'm something... precious.

I try to relax and control my breathing to no avail.  "What did you just call me?" 

He gives me this small crooked smile that's almost like his signature.  "Mierea mea, my honey...  Your eyes are pure dark honey, all syrupy sweet and wild.   I wonder what you taste like..."

I slight shudder runs through my body.

Luka wants to... taste me?

No one has ever said anything like this to me, before.  My heart pounds so hard inside of me that I'm afraid he can heart it.

But as if knowing exactly what I'm thinking, Luka takes my hand and places my palm over his own pounding heart.  "This is what you're doing to me, mierea."

Lost in his piercing but sweet gaze, I can't help to gasp when his big and warm hand softly lands in between my breasts.

"You feel it too, don't you?"

God...  Under the muscular body of a man, this boy is so sweet and gentle...  How can I not fall for him?

When most guys play games just to try to get me in bed, Luka, instead, aims straight for my heart.  No doubts.  No confusion in his eyes.

Not even a drop of fear.

I lick my lips and simply nod, all tongue-tied as usual, with him.

What is he doing to me?