The Introvert's Guide to Online Dating - Emma Hart Page 0,4

mother, and no, I do not want to talk about it. I should go.”

I set the wine glass down and pushed away, but Colton grabbed my wrist and twirled me back into him.

“Oh, no.” He pinned me against his body. “If you’re going to come here dressed like that, you’re not leaving here until I say you can.”

“I have whiplash.”

“You will when I’m done with you.”

“Colton—”

He pulled my mouth to his, crushing his lips against mine. It was nothing but pure force, a hard, almost angry kiss that I knew was designed to make me let go.

I knew him annoyingly well, and I knew this was an angry fuck.

Not because I was angry at him.

But because I was angry.

He knew me too well, as I did him, and I hated that he knew that an angry fuck was what I needed right now.

It was either an angry fuck or a hysterical ugly cry.

At least I got something good out of the sex.

I dug my fingers into his bare shoulders, holding him against me. There was nothing romantic about this kiss in the slightest, but there wasn’t a part of me that gave a damn.

I didn’t want romantic.

If I wanted romantic, I’d be at home, sobbing over The Notebook or some shit.

I fell into Colton and let him take full control. I’d never been happier to give it up than when I was with him, and that was because he had a way with my body that made me feel freer than ever.

And right now, that was exactly what I wanted.

Colton pulled me to the sofa and down on top of him. I straddled him, nestling my knees against his hips, and wrapped my hands around the back of his neck. He gripped my hips so tightly there was no chance of me being able to move, and I all but melted against him.

I was still wearing this stupid trench coat I wasn’t sure I’d ever wear again, but it didn’t take Colton long to take care of it. He undid the buttons one by one, kissing my neck as he went, crisscrossing between each button until he was able to slide it over my shoulders.

It went down and over my shoulders onto the floor. I fell back into the kiss with him, digging my fingers into his skin, grinding against him. His skin was hot and still a little damp from his shower, and I pressed my body against his to warm my own.

I didn’t need to do much.

He took over like he usually did. His hands moved across my body expertly, and within minutes, he was undoing my bra and moving his lips down my neck to my chest. I dropped my head back as he splayed one hand across my upper back and circled my nipple with this tongue.

He nipped it gently, dragging his teeth over the tender skin, and I felt it everywhere. It was the kind of uncomfortable that was too good to be true, and as he did the same to my actual skin, my hips ground against his.

His cock was hard and pressing against me. I wasn’t in the mood to fuck around tonight. Between the sweatpants and his teeth across my skin, I was more than ready to go.

Reaching between us, I slid my hand into his pants. He wasn’t wearing underwear—just the way I liked him—so I could wrap my fingers around his cock and free it easily. He groaned as I stroked him, and I brought my lips to his and said three little words.

“Fuck me, Colton.”

He didn’t need telling twice.

He pushed me off him and onto my back on the sofa. He covered my body with his, moving so my legs were wrapped around his waist. I clung to him as our bodies moved in sync.

His fingers toyed with my underwear, slipping them to the side of my wetness. He pressed his thumb against my clit and made me jolt, and a tiny moan escaped me.

“Get on with it.”

He laughed as he kissed me and finally obliged me. He guided his cock into me with a deep groan that vibrated across my skin, sending goosebumps prickling to life.

It felt so good to have him inside me, and I tilted my hips so he could go deeper.

“Colton,” I breathed against his lips.

Taking it as the cue it was, he moved.

He fucked me hard, sitting up straight and gripping my hips to hold them in place. He thrust into me in a