Romani Prince

Chapter 19: The Bachelorette party

"And what are you wearing?  A napkin?"  Luka drops down to the couch, clearly furious.

Uncaring about his bad mood, I instantly straddle his legs and shut him up with a quick kiss.  "I can't believe it that you're really here!"

Luka glares at me while tugging on the hems of my dress that insists on riding up my butt.

"And imagine what would have happened if I wasn't!"

"Mmmm..."  I keep kissing his lips repeatedly, but grumpy Luka isn't giving in to my attempts of seduction.

"You're drunk as a skunk, Gabriella."  His fingers dig into my hips as he watches me with drowsy eyes.

"I don't drink."  I manage to say clearly in between kisses.

Luka cups my face, making me look into his eyes.  "And what do you think was in those jello shots?   A whole lot of vodka!"

I freeze, frowning deeply at him.  "What?  No!  Those were little coconut dessert thingies!  I don't even like the taste of alcohol!"

Luka's irritated scowl morphs into an amused smirk.  "Why jello shots are so dangerous.  You can't taste the alcohol, silly girl."

Glaring at Luka in disbelief, I'm in shock as suddenly my dizziness starts to make a whole lot of sense.

I try to get off his lap.  "I'm going to kick that bartender's ass!"

But of course, my legs feel like goo and don't want to obey me, so Luka can easily hold me in place.

He slips a hand around the nape of my neck and brings my face to his.  "I can't stay mad at you...  You are the cutest little drunk, you know that?"

Luka kisses my lips and I instantly abandon myself in it.

"You taste like coconut..."  His mouth keeps coming back for more.

"Mmmm..."  I slide my hands inside his shirt, unbuttoning it all the way down to his waist, so I can feel his muscled pecs and ripped abs under my fingers.

Luka presses me down to the hard bulge inside his pants.  His mouth becomes more demanding while I respond with equal need.

"I need you so much..."  I whisper against his mouth.

Luka's gaze turns hazy with lust.  His voice drops down a tone or two as he continues in a hoarse murmur.  "I'm crazy about you, Gabriella.  I don't think I can be away from you, anymore."

Both our mouths desperately taking more, needing more.

"Twenty more days..."  I answer softly.

Luka presses my chest into his while nibbling and sucking on my lips and my tongue as if he is starving for me.  "Feels like an eternity..."

"Heeey!  What do we have here?"

Taken by surprise, I don't react right away when a blonde decides to plaster her grabby hands on Luka's bare chest.  I can only gasp in outrage when she starts feeling him up and down as if he is her new favorite plaything.

Oh, no, you don't!  I perk up immediately. 

Luka doesn't remove her hands.  He simply leans back and watches me with a glint of amusement in his eyes.

I narrow my eyes at him right before shooting a death stare at the girl.  "Back off, blondie!"

Her hands instantly stop as she stares at me with drunken defiance.  "Why do you get to have him all for yourself?"  Daring me, she tugs on the lapels of Luka's shirt.