Romani Prince

Chapter 14: Dance for me

"You do realize that we only met a week ago, right?"

His eyes roam over my body.  "And what do you know?  I have you already in my bed."

I immediately wrap my arms around his neck and arch my back when Luka snakes an arm under and around my waist.

"Yeah, Mr. Let's-do-the-right-thing.  Because I was really playing hard to get, wasn't I?"

Luka snorts, rolling on his back and bringing me on top of his chest.  "You're going to have to marry me first."

We laugh and I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and feeling home with his big arms around me.

I close my eyes and sigh.  "This feels so good.  Here, just like this..."

Luka caresses my back and plays with a strand of my hair.  "We'll make it work, mierea.  You'll see.  Trust me, okay?"

Holding my chin, Luka gently makes me look up at him.  "You look so pretty in this green dress with your long dark hair...  Raul is right.  You look like a Roma woman, do you know that?"

"Don't be silly..."

Luka rolls me on my back again, carefully studying my face.  The tips of his fingers softly tracing my nose, my cheekbones, my chin.

"Luka..."  I roll my eyes.

"Shhh..."  His fingers then, run through my hair and gently touch my ears, my silver hoops.  "The perfect Roma girl..."

I shake my head but then, his hand slides down my throat, my collarbone.

His fingers brush the side of my breast and he slowly glides his hand over my side, down my waist, and around my hip.  "The perfect Romani princess..."

Holding my breath, I close my eyes.  All my attention focused on his soft touch.

On a daring move, Luka's hand lazily slides around my back.  He palms my butt and pauses.  His fingers digging into my firm curves.  "My perfect woman."

His voice sounds husky and weak when he finally covers my lips with his.

Feeling bold and sexy, I slip my hands inside his partially unbuttoned shirt, exploring the warm and smooth skin of his chest and abs.

Luka groans in my mouth, grinding his groin to mine and allowing me to feel how much he wants me.

"Hey!  You two!"

We both jump up, panting for breath and staring all perplexed at a furious Mina.

"Not here!  Are you out of your minds?  One of the women was coming to find you, but I jumped ahead of her!  And you're so lucky I did!"

With a hand over my racing heart, I look at Luka and we burst out laughing.

"And you, princess..."  Mina grabs my wrist, pulling me away from Luka.  "Should know better!  He's only seventeen!"

I want to make fun of her motherly ways, pointing a finger at my face and everything, but she does have a point.

Luka growls softly from behind his greeted teeth.  "For only another twenty-seven days, Mina.  And I know a whole lot more about life than you ever will."

Her finger turns to his face.  "And still jailbait, mister!  Don't go screwing this all up so soon when you can have a lifetime together!"

I stare at Luka's bare chest and lick my upper lip.  "She... does have a point..."

Catching my gaze, Luka narrows his eyes at me and opens a sly little grin.  "It'd be a lot easier without you jumping my bones every chance you get, mierea..."