Page 37 of A Boy Is a Gun: Part II
And not the cautious, testing kind.No—Jiro kissed me like he already knew I’d open up for him.His hand slid to the back of my neck, tilting my head just enough, and then his mouth was on mine—warm, firm, unhurried.
I gasped, and he took advantage, deepening it, his tongue stroking mine in a way that made heat roll through my belly.My back pressed against the door, his body crowding mine, close enough that I could feel every hard line of him.
The kiss wasn’t sweet.It was claiming.It washungry.His lips moved over mine with skill—just enough pressure to make me ache, just enough restraint to keep me chasing more.I gripped his shirt, clutching at the fabric like if I let go, I’d fall straight through the floor.
And for one dizzy second, Cameron flashed across my mind—the wild, chaotic way he used to kiss me, like we were on fire and might not survive it.But Jiro?He was different.Slower.More deliberate.His mouth was steady heat instead of reckless flame.Where Cameron burned, Jiro smoldered.And damn it, I liked the way it scorched.
He slowed, then deepened again, teasing me with that rhythm.One second coaxing, the next demanding.And I let him.God help me, I let him.My pulse thudded in my ears, in my throat, between my thighs.
When he finally pulled back, my lips were tingling, swollen, and I swore I could taste him even in the air I tried to drag into my lungs.He leaned in again, brushing one last kiss at the corner of my mouth, softer, like a punctuation mark.
“Come home with me,” he murmured against my lips.
For a heartbeat, I wanted to.Every nerve in me screamed yes.But I forced a laugh, shaking my head.“Not tonight.”
His smile was slow, dangerous, the kind that promised he wasn’t discouraged at all.“Not tonight,” he echoed, voice threaded with heat.
When I slipped inside and shut the door, my body leaned against it as if it could hold me up.My lips still burned, my skin still buzzing.And all I could think about was how badly I wanted more—and how dangerous it felt that someone other than Cameron could make me feel this way.
Four
Cameron
Que’s tablet was stillin front of me, frozen on the image of Jiro kissing Taylor outside her door.My fingers drummed once, twice against the wood before I slid it aside.
“You really thinking about touching that?”Que asked.“You know who he is.”
Before I could answer, a shadow fell across the desk.Tesh stood there, Mia balanced on her hip, sippy cup in the other hand.Her eyes locked on me like she was measuring how hard she could slap me.“You’re not seriously about to start something with him, are you?”she asked, narrowing them.
I leaned back, keeping my voice even.“It’s nothing I can’t handle.”
“You think you’re slick, Cam.You’re not.”She shifted Mia and stepped closer.“You’re already playing with fire, and you’re acting like you can’t get burned.”
I didn’t look away from the feed.“I’m fine.I’ve got this handled, Mom.”
She laughed—no humor in it.“Going after Ethan?Fine.Rattling the police?Fine.But the yakuza?”She shook her head slow.“That’s different.The man who’s been threatening you is still out there.And the one giving the orders?She’s alive and she’s smart.”
