Page 55 of Doctor Hot Mess

“I mean it,” he says, his hand brushing my arm, the touch sending a shiver down my spine. “You’ve been in my head all day. Hell, longer than that. I couldn't wait to get back to you.”

I don’t have a response, not in words, anyway. Instead, I wrap my leg around his, savoring the feel of his hair on my smooth legs in the water. His hands find my waist. His grip is firm but unhurried, and when our lips meet, it’s with a kind of urgency that leaves no room for doubt.

The kiss deepens, and the water around us is forgotten as the heat between us takes over. His hands slide lower, anchoring me to him as the tension that’s been building for weeks culminates here and now.

I barely register when he pulls us toward the side of the pool, where he uses his body to press me to it. The world narrows to just him—his touch, his breath, the way he murmurs my name like a promise.

I gasp as Jonah's lips trail down my neck, leaving a path of heated kisses along my collarbone and shoulders. The warm water swirls around us, but I'm consumed by the fire of his touch. His hands grip my waist firmly, pulling me flush against him as he murmurs my name against my skin.

"Harper," he breathes, his voice low and husky. "God, I've wanted this for so long."

I arch into him. My body responds instinctively to his touch. Jonah's fingers slip around the edge of my bikini bottoms, teasing for just a moment before sliding inside. The sudden intrusion makes me cry out as my hips buck against his hand.

"Jonah," I moan, clinging to his shoulders as he works his fingers expertly. The combination of the heated water and his touch is overwhelming. I'm already so close, teetering on the edge embarrassingly quickly.

He seems to sense it, curling his fingers just so, and I'm gone. The orgasm crashes over me like a wave, leaving me trembling and gasping his name. Jonah holds me close, his lips brushing my ear as he whispers praise.

"That's it, sweetheart. You're so beautiful when you come."

As I come down from the high, Jonah slowly guides me toward the pool's steps. His strength is evident as he lifts me out of the water, carrying me to the lounger beside the pool. The spring breeze brushes across my wet skin, making me shiver and heightening every sensation.

Jonah lowers himself between my legs, his intent clear in the hungry look in his eyes. He starts with soft kisses along my inner thighs, each one sending sparks of pleasure through me. When his tongue finally makes contact with my sensitive flesh, I can't hold back a loud moan.

"Jonah, fuck," I gasp, my hands finding their way into his damp hair.

He takes his time, alternating between broad strokes of his tongue and focused attention on my clit. The pleasure builds slowly but steadily, coiling tighter with each expert movement. Jonah's hands grip my thighs, holding me open for him as he works me higher and higher.

"You taste so good," he murmurs against me, the vibrations of his voice adding to the sensation. "I could do this all night."

His words, combined with a particularly clever flick of his tongue, send me over the edge again. This orgasm is even more intense than the first, leaving me shaking and crying out his name. Jonah doesn't let up, drawing out my pleasure until I'm practically sobbing from the intensity.

As I come down, Jonah kisses his way up my body, paying special attention to my breasts before capturing my lips in a searing kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it only fuels the fire burning between us.

Jonah pulls back slightly, his eyes locked on mine as he reaches for his discarded scrub pants. He retrieves a condom, tearing the foil with his teeth without breaking our gaze. The anticipation builds as I watch him roll it on, my heart pounding in time with the deep connection we've felt all evening.

"You're sure?" he asks, always the gentleman even now.

"God, yes," I breathe, pulling him down for another kiss. “Shut up and do it!”

Jonah enters me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. We both groan at the sensation, our bodies fitting together perfectly. He starts to move, setting a rhythm that has me seeing stars.

"Fuck, Harper," he groans, his forehead pressed against mine. "You feel incredible."

I wrap my legs around his waist, changing the angle and drawing him even deeper. "So do you," I gasp. "Don't stop."

Our bodies move together under the open sky, the stars above adding to the surreal intensity of the moment. The warm water evaporating off our skin contrasts beautifully with the cool breeze, heightening every touch and sensation.

"You like that?" Jonah asks, his voice rough with exertion and arousal. "You like feeling me deep inside you?"

"Yes," I moan, my nails digging into his back. "God, Jonah, you feel so good."

He smirks, that cocky grin I both love and hate. "Just good? I think we can do better than that."

Jonah shifts, hitching one of my legs over his shoulder and driving even deeper. The new angle has me crying out, pleasure coursing through every nerve ending.

"That's it," he growls. "Let me hear you, sweetheart."

I'm beyond words at this point, reduced to incoherent moans and gasps of his name. Jonah's not much better. His usual eloquence is replaced by grunts and curses as we climb higher together.

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