chapter fourteen

Chapter fourteen

"In my book, I think it's not good to eat without praying and you are in my house."

"Oh sorry, it skips my minds sometimes." She said and dropped her fork back into her plate awkwardly. No one had ever minded that she ate without praying. This only gave more height to what she felt for him.

He led a short prayer and took a bite of the pasta. "You're really good."

The compliment made her smile. It was part of the little things that made her happy. Compliments. "Thank you but it's just pasta, anyone can prepare it. It is a regular meal." She tucked a stray black strand of hair behind her ear.

"Totally not Zeke. He is the most horrible cook I have ever seen he capable of frying an onion in its bulb." Regan said and they laughed at Zeke.

"Who is Zeke?" she asked as she laughed.

"Lucy's husband. I'm sure you have met her"

She covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes laughing.

A deep soothing sound reverberated from Regan's chest, "I'm sure she won't mind. It's okay to tease, that's what we do here."

She nodded. The family must be really close, she thought. "I saw your family painting." She said, "It's really beautiful."

Regan stayed quiet for a while, remembering when the painting had been made and installed in the house. "That old thing, well thanks." he replied with a boyish grin.

"Since I arrived, I haven't seen your parents. You should have called me to meet them. I was only packing. I would have left it to meet them." She rambled.

Regan gave her a look she didn't quite understand.

"Oh my God I didn't mean it like that. I mean you would have introduced me as the new staff-"

"They are dead." He deadpanned.

She mouthed an 'oh my God' the brightness in her brown eyes lowered a bit. "I'm so sorry."

"You didn't know?"

"No. I-"

"It's okay."

The rest of the meal went smoothly and quietly and when they were done, Regan joined her to do the dishes. He walked out of the kitchen with her in perfect silence. He heard Elena say something and she turned to look at her.

"It was nice not bickering with you." she laughed, she was almost skipping on the halls in happiness.

He laughed too. It had been long since he had seen the childish expression on her beautiful face. The curve of her pretty bow lips imprinted in his mind, like a tattoo in his brain. He cornered her to the wall and trapped her with his big body. He leaned in close and whispered against her face, "It wasn't that hard now, was it?" he asked with a smile.

"What?" she smiled back and bit her lips.

This one is wanton, he thought. His smile turned into a smirk as he said, "Not bickering with me."

"Well I don't know, it's not every-"

Her statement stopped midway as Regan slammed his mouth against hers. Her eyes widened for a second and then slowly closed.

Her heart skipped a few beats. Maybe it stopped beating totally.

This was welcome assault.

His lips moved slowly, pleasantly against hers. He licked the taste of spice she had gotten from dinner off them. She was so sweet. He deepened the kiss when he felt her hands on the back of his head. His tongue probed her lips open and slid into her mouth earnestly searching for her tongue. His hands trailed from her back to her rear behind and grabbed it.

MINE.

She moaned and opened her mouth for him to fill her senses with every piece of him. His hands felt warm and strong on her bum. His grab firm yet gentle. He was about to pull away when he felt her tongue on his, rubbing and pushing. Tangling and loosening. His grip on her bum tightened and she sucked in her breath. Her hands wove deeper into his hair. Regan felt his blood rush down there and he wanted to have her there in the kitchen, on the island – if she consented.

His kiss was driving her insane. Her body was being too responsive to him. He back had arched to him. Her nipples were taut beneath the simple red shirt that she wore. Her stomach was churning with pleasure. And she felt a little moisture on her shorts.

"Regan, no." she said as she broke the kiss and pulled away. Her eyes looked dilated from the short pleasurable moment they had just shared

"What? why?" Regan asked. Passion and lust danced in his eyes.

Flashes of Connor suddenly passed through her mind and she suddenly felt disgusted with herself. She felt tainted. Regan didn't deserve her, he deserved better. She was a victim of all the atrocities Connor had levelled on her. She couldn't do this, she was not healed.

Yet.