ISABELLE.
I gasped against Matteo’s mouth, and he took immediate advantage, his tongue sliding against mine with a skill that made my knees weak. This wasn’t like before—not careful, not controlled. This was raw, desperate, and absolutely consuming.
My hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer even as he backed me up against the table. The edge hit the back of my thighs. I felt dishes shift behind me, but I didn’t care.
Matt’s hand tightened in my hair, angling my head exactly where he wanted it as he deepened the kiss. His other hand slid from my hip to my ass, gripping hard enough, causing me to moan into his mouth.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, both of us breathing hard. His lips were swollen, his eyes wild.
“This is insane,” Matteo whispered, his forehead dropping
