“Maddox…” she moans softly.
Hearing my name escape her perfect lips is sending me to the edge. I have to resist the urge to rip off her clothes and devour every inch of her beautiful body.
She takes control, fisting my shirt as she rocks her hips, rubbing herself against my erection. Her breathing turns shallow, quickening with each movement.
Fuck. If she keeps moving like this, I’m going to make a mess in my pants.
Need overwhelms me. I slip my hand between us and pop the button of her jeans, desperate to feel how wet she is for me. “If you don’t want this,” I murmur, “just say the word and I’ll stop.
CHAPTER NINE
annalise
His words echoin my ear and I can’t for the life of me bring myself to ask him to stop. Feeling Maddox pressed against me makes me forget about all the anger I have for him. All I can focus on is the friction between my legs and how much pleasure it brings me.
My body remembers him even though I’ve tried my hardest to forget. It wants to relive being with him. To relive beingclaimedby him.
Damn my raging hormones for having a mind of their own.
Maddox slips his hand into the front of my jeans and my lips part in anticipation.
The front door creaks open, footsteps quickly approaching. “Masashi, I brought you some?—”
Fuck!
Mrs. Kamado nearly drops her bags when she locks eyes with me.
I quickly scramble off of him and approach her, heat that’s entirely fueled by embarrassment crawling up my spine. After all these years, why did our first encounter have to involve her catching me in a compromising position with her son?
Waving my hand, I give her a faint smile. “Hi, Mrs. Kamado.”
Izumi pulls me into a warm embrace. “Oh, Annalise, it’s so good to see you. I have missed you so much.”
“It’s good to see you too,” I say, giving her a warm smile.
She squeezes my hand, her eyes lighting up with joy. “I’m so happy you gave him another chance.”
I open my mouth to respond, but the words escape me. My eyes flick to Maddox, who’s shifting uncomfortably on the couch.
“You two have always been so perfect for each other. Poor Masashi was so devastated when you broke up with him, I had to?—”
“Okasan!” Maddox gets up from the couch and stands behind us with his arms folded across his broad chest.
Izumi whips her head around. “What?”
“We’re not together,” he says, his tone firm.
Her brows draw tight, the corners of her mouth turning down into a frown. “What do you mean? Because it sure looked like you two were?—”
He sighs. “No, Okasan,” he says, shaking his head.
“Oh… I see.” Izumi drops my hand, the light in her eyes fading.
He rakes a hand through his hair. “You have to call me when you come over. You can’t just barge in whenever you please.”
“But you gave me the code to your house so that I can drop off food for you. You’ve never had a problem with it before.” She strokes her chin, eyes ping-ponging between Maddox and me. “Was I interrupting something?”
“Yes, you were,” Maddox says.
