Page 47 of Doctor Hot Mess

Jonah’s lips twitch into a half-smile, leaning back slightly as his gaze stays locked on mine. “Can I just say I’m terrible at pretending?”

I raise an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at my lips despite myself. “Oh, are you?”

He winces dramatically, clutching his chest. “What? I am! What you see is what you get.”

“That’s actually true,” I say, folding my arms and leaning back in my chair. “It’s one of the things I admire about you. But maybe ‘denial’ is a better word than pretending.”

“Fair enough. No more denying,” he says, his voice dropping slightly. “I want you. No more sitting here awkwardly, pretending—or denying—that’s not the case. The question is, can we try a redo of last night with a better ending since we are no longer in denial? I won't deny my feelings, and you won't deny my kiss…”

“An alternate ending,” I muse, pretending to consider it. “With no denial? That does sound intriguing.”

SEVENTEEN

Jonah

7:47 PM

The space between us tightens,the kind of charged moment that makes everything else—time, place, reason—completely irrelevant. Harper’s eyes linger on mine, and there’s no mistaking the flicker of want that crosses her face. It’s not subtle, and it’s not meant to be.

I don’t think; I just move. I lean over toward her. One hand slides to the side of her neck, my thumb brushing the edge of her jaw. Her breath hitches, and instead of over-analyzing like I know she’s prone to do, she leans into the touch, her lips parting just slightly.

“Harper,” I murmur, my voice lower than I intend. The sound comes out raw, like it’s carrying more weight than I want it to. But she doesn’t pull back, and that’s all the encouragement I need.

I tilt my head and kiss her—not tentative, not waiting for permission, but fully, with everything I’ve been holding back. Her lips meet mine, soft and warm, and I feel her melt against me, one hand finding its way to the back of my neck, her fingers curling into my hair. She’s not hesitating either.

It’s not just a kiss; it’s a claim, like we’re both saying everything we didn’t have the guts to before. When she pulls back slightly, her lips still brushing mine, she lets out a soft laugh, almost disbelieving.

When my lips meet hers, it’s like the world falls away. No pretense, no hesitation—just us. Her hands move to the back of my neck, pulling me closer as the kiss deepens. She tastes like wine and something distinctly Harper, and I can’t get enough. It’s not just a kiss—it’s an unraveling, a confession neither of us has been willing to say out loud.

When we finally break apart, her breathing is uneven, her lips slightly swollen, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. “Jonah,” she murmurs, her voice a mix of amusement and surrender. “You’re dangerous, you know that?”

“Only if you let me be,” I reply, my tone low, teasing. But my hand slides along her arm, coaxing her closer, needing her closer.

I pull her onto my lap where she sits on my engorged cock. Her laugh fades as my hands find her hips and pull her closer. She doesn’t resist. In fact, she shifts willingly, straddling me in one fluid motion that leaves us both breathless.

Her round ass on me feels so good I could go right here. But I don't want to rush it. I want to feel her tighten around me.

My pulse kicks up as she gyrates on me. I slide my hands to her hips, holding her steady, grounding myself in her weight.

She moans as she kisses me and then pulls back. “You know what’s dangerous? How much I want you right now.”

“Yeah?” I murmur, brushing my lips along the curve of her jaw. “Good, because I’m not planning on stopping anytime soon.” I rub between her legs and feel her wetness through her thin leggings.

Her breath catches as my hands move, one slipping under her shirt to press against her lower back. She tilts her head, giving me access to the curve of her neck, and I take full advantage, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there.

“Jonah,” she whispers, her hands gripping my shoulders as her body presses against mine. The way she says my name is a spark, igniting something I didn’t know was waiting to burn.

I pull back slightly, catching her gaze. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes dark and full of something I don’t have the words for. “Harper,” I say, my voice rough, “tell me if this is too much.”

Instead of answering, she leans in, kissing me again, and her body melts into mine. My hands slide lower, gripping her hips as I fight to keep some semblance of control, but it’s slipping fast.

She pulls back just enough to look at me, her fingers trailing down my chest. “Jonah,” she murmurs, her tone softer now. “Maybe we should... go to your room?”

The words send a jolt through me, and I nod, unable to do anything but agree. “Yeah,” I say, my voice thick. “Yeah, let’s go.”

“You’re really bad at this pretending thing,” she teases, her voice breathless, as she opens the sliding glass door.

“Terrible at it,” I admit as I pull her to me and steal another kiss. I nip at her lower lip just enough to make her gasp. “Which is why I’m not pretending anymore.”

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