CHAPTER SIXTY - FIVE - THEY ARE GOOD AGAIN.

"You are my everything," he muttered against her mouth. Mateo's lips continued their exploration, soft and insistent. His hand cupped her cheek, and she melted into him, her breath quickening as he deepened the kiss. God, this felt so right. Too right. He felt as if he was were he had been meant to be. He bit on Isabella's lower lip and then he sucked on it to soothe the pain. Her hand went into his hair and gripped on it tightly. They both moaned into each other's lips, they tongues darting out to lick at each other. For a moment, all the hurt, all the anger, all the frustration, were forgotten. It was just the two of them, in this small, intimate space. Isabella's hands went to the button on Mateo's crisp white, suit shirt. Just as she grabbed the first button, Mateo's ringing tone blared into the air, jerking them back to reality. Mateo pulled away instantly and picked up his phone, glancing at the name on the screen before connecting the call. " Hello, Alba?" " Si