Page 40 of Coming In Hot
CHAPTER15
JAX
The kiss deepens,and the heat building inside me threatens to burn me alive. Every nerve in my body feels like it’s been lit on fire.
Aw hell, we’re gonna fuck, aren’t we?
He slides his fingers into my hair again, taking possession of me and holding me prisoner against his lips. Pharo's presence is overwhelming—the way he towers over me, the scent of him, the incredible heat his body is throwing off—He’s suffocating me. He’s a force of nature, and I’m caught in his storm.
The world around us feels like it’s collapsing, and all that remains is him—his desire, his strength, the overwhelming intensity of it all.
The pressure in my groin tightens uncomfortably. There's only one way I can think to relieve the ache.
Yeah, we're gonna fuck.
He growls into my mouth, like he's physically restraining himself from tearing me apart. It's probably the hottest thing I've ever heard. Everything about Pharo is so intense. Why would the way he kiss be any different?
I can only imagine how he fucks.
Every touch sends a shock through me, every shift of his body pulls me closer into the chaos we’re creating, and I’m not sure if I’m fighting it or surrendering to it.
He pulls back just enough to peer at me, his eyes dark with desire, his breath uneven. “Are you sure you want this?” His voice is rough, like he’s barely holding it together, like he’s holding himself back from something bigger than both of us.
I want it, and I don’t. If he’d step back a little, maybe I could think straight. My heart is hammering in my chest, every nerve on high alert. I try to pull back, but he doesn’t let me, his grip tightening like he can feel the push and pull inside me.
I shake my head, trying to regain control, to find the space to breathe without him clouding everything. But when he presses closer, I’m lost again.
It’s a dangerous thing—His proximity, his intensity, his undeniable pull. But maybe… maybe I need to feel it, even if it burns me. Even if it’s the last thing I should let happen.
I tilt my head back, searching his eyes for something—anything—grounded, real, but all I find is fire.
“Pharo,” I whisper, my voice pleading. I need him to stop. To slow down so I can think. So I can breathe. “Stop.” He tightens his hold on me, like he’s never letting me go. “Stop,” I snarl, pushing against his brick-wall of a chest. But he doesn’t let go. His hands slide down my back, pulling me even closer, as if my resistance is nothing more than a challenge he’s determined to break. “I said stop!” My hands find his shoulders, pushing harder, but it’s no use. He’s too much. He’s always been too much.
For a moment, his grip falters, and I think I might have a chance to pull away, but then he shifts, his forehead pressing against mine, his breath hot and steady. Panic thickens my throat. I feel my resistance slipping, and I’m afraid that if we continue, I’ll lose myself in him completely, and that scares the hell out of me.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, his voice rough. “I— no, I’m not, but,fuck,” he hisses, pulling back slightly, like he’s at war with himself. “I came here to talk, to take you to dinner, and here I am about to…”
I’d love for him to finish that sentence, but I know he won’t. Because he can’t. The words are stuck in his throat, and I know damn well why. I know what he wants, but I don’t think he’s ready to admit it, not even to himself.
I pull out of his arms, stepping back just enough to regain some semblance of control. My heart’s pounding in my chest, my skin still buzzing from the heat of his touch. I smooth my shirt, the movement almost mechanical, trying to cover up the fact that every part of me still feels like it’s on fire.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, shaking my head as I take a step away from him. “You make everything complicated.”
He doesn’t respond right away, just stands there, watching me with those eyes of his—golden, intense, unreadable. I don’t know if he’s frustrated, confused, or just as turned on as I am. Maybe it’s all of the above.
“You don’t get to do this, motherfucker,” I add, my voice steady despite the chaos inside. “After years of putting up with your bullshit, you can’t erase years of hell with one apology and a kiss.”
He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated with himself. “It was one heck of a kiss.”
“Yeah, well, you can at least buy me dinner first.” It slips out before I can second-guess myself, my attempt at breaking the tension falling flat the moment it leaves my mouth.
Pharo’s gaze darkens, but there’s a flicker of something more in his eyes. He leans in just a little closer, his presence almost suffocating, and for a moment, I wonder if he’ll push me into another kiss.
But he doesn’t.
Instead, he lets out a low chuckle, almost like a growl. “Dinner, huh?” His voice is soft, dangerous. “You think that’s all it’ll take to make you forget what just happened?”
I swallow, trying to keep my composure. "Maybe. Maybe not. But it’s a good start."
