Page 39 of Coming In Hot
The superior expression on his face tells me how much he’s enjoying this. Maybe I haven’t pushed him too far at all.
I step back slightly and smooth my palms over his shirt, over his hard chest. The tight buds of his nipples poke my skin. “No,” I laugh with deliberate coolness, though I’m feeling anything but. “If I wanted to suck your dick, I would do this.” I reach down and mold my hand over his groin, cupping his dick. Jax grows harder in my grip until he fills my hand.
He doesn’t move, doesn’t back away. Jax boldly accepts my unspoken challenge, which makes me just as hard as he is.
“What about the way you’re looking back at me?” I ask, my voice rough.
His dark gaze locks onto mine, unwavering. The tension thickens, and for a second, the world seems to shrink down to just us.
“How am I looking at you, Pharo?” he asks slowly, deliberately—like he already knows the answer but wants me to say it.
And maybe I do. Maybe I want to hear him say it, too.
“Like you want me to suck your dick.” Just saying it aloud feels forbidden, like we’ve crossed a line that neither of us can uncross. My pulse hammers in my chest, a quiet drumbeat. Something dangerous. Something raw.
I watch Jax’s face, searching for a sign, for any hint that he’s feeling the same pull, the same tension. His lips part slightly, like he’s about to say something, but nothing comes out. Instead, he just holds my gaze, like he’s daring me to make the first move.
I swallow hard, trying to push back the feeling that’s rising in me, but it's no use. “You know exactly how you're looking at me, Jax,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “And you want it just as much as I do.”
The silence that follows is deafening, and in that moment, I know there’s no going back.
I dip my head, brushing my lips softly over his, the contact fleeting but electric. The world feels like it slows down, like time stretches in that one heartbeat. But he denies me entry, his mouth pressing firmly, almost like a challenge—like he’s waiting for me to push harder, to prove that I want this as much as he does.
His breath is warm against my skin, and for a moment, I think he’s going to pull away, push me back, maybe even tell me to stop. But he doesn’t. He just stands there, unmoving, waiting.
My heart pounds louder, a steady drumbeat that matches the way my blood rushes through my veins. I pull back just a fraction, my lips lingering close enough to feel his breath, but not enough to kiss him again. “You’re not the only one who’s been wanting this,” I murmur, barely able to keep my voice steady.
His eyes flash, something dark and hungry flickering across his face. And in that look, I see everything we’ve both been holding back.
I close the distance again. This time, he doesn’t pull away. Jax parts his lips, allowing my tongue to slide between them. He tastes like exotic destinations and mixed fruity cocktails. Coconuts, pineapples, and mandarins. His mouth is warm and soft, better than I could have imagined.
My heart feels like it’s going to explode. My stomach swirls with adrenaline.
And then that petty fucker bites my tongue.
“Fuck,” I hiss, pulling away.
Jax mocks me with his smirk, as if the kiss left him completely unaffected. “Isn’t that what you said you wanted? Cat and mouse, hot and cold?”
No. This isn’t how this is going to play out. Jax wants this as much as I do. He’ll give it to me, or I’ll take it from him. Maybe that’s what he wants, for me to take it, to call the shots.
Isn’t that how it’s always been with us?
“I’ll always be your Master Sergeant, and you’ll always do what I tell you.” My hand snakes around the back of his head, and I grip his short hair between my fingers, pulling tight enough that he can’t escape my hold. “Is this what you want? You want me to take it from you, to take away your choice so you don’t have to feel conflicted about giving in to me?”
Jax’s breaths become harsh, his nostrils flaring wildly with each rise and fall of his chest. He shoots daggers at me with his eyes, his jaw clenched tight like he’s holding back whatever insults he wants to hurl at me.
His eyes never leave mine, the intensity in them making my pulse spike. I can feel the heat radiating off of him, and it only makes the storm inside me rage stronger.
“After all these years, you still want your CO to tell you what to do?”
“You're playing with fire, Pharo,” Jax growls, his voice low and dangerous. His lips twitch, but he’s holding himself in check, barely. “You know that, right?”
“If you want me to touch you like that, you’ll have to ask me for it. I refuse to give you another opportunity to blame me for something I didn’t do. I’m not gonna let you twist it in your head like I forced you. You want my dick? Ask for it.” My tone is sharp, teasing, the confidence in my voice a mask for the heat pooling in my stomach.
The moment stretches, both of us caught in the pull of it, but Jax doesn’t break. Instead, he steps forward, closing the distance between us once more. This time, there’s no hesitation. His hand grips the back of my neck, pulling me toward him. His lips crash against mine, fierce and demanding, and I can feel every ounce of restraint he’s struggling to hold on to crumble.
This time, neither of us pulls away.
