Chapter 15.3. - Matteo

The way she kisses is incredible; it’s deep and dirty, like she’s enjoying it, and it’s exactly what Matteo likes. It’s turning him on so much it’s almost ridiculous, and his brain suddenly thinks of her saying she’s never had sex in the sea.

The thought excites him even more, so he tangles one of his hands in the back of her head, softly pulling at her roots. She moans, and unlike before, it’s an outright moan that points to pleasure.

“Fuck, don’t do that.” She says into his mouth.

He smiles then. “Why?”

“It turns me on.”

Her blunt answer makes the inside of his brain collapse, but she continues kissing him, grinding herself against him. Matteo could swear his knees just went weak, so he tries to compose himself.

Suddenly, she pulls her face away and untangles her legs from his waist. “Shit.”

Matteo turns his head to where she’s looking, and they see Isabella appearing from behind the bushes, focused on carrying three