The Introvert's Guide to Online Dating - Emma Hart Page 0,5

manner that was almost unforgiving, and I loved every second of it.

He was like a drug to me—I knew he was bad for me, but I couldn’t stop coming back to him. I needed more and more of him every time we were together, and he kept giving me more.

Like this, right now.

It was hard and angry and so fucking good I could barely stand it.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to.

I gave myself over to his movements, letting him dictate to me how it was going to work, even though I knew it was only going to end one way.

With me moaning and crying out for him.

With me begging him.

Pleading.

He leaned over and cupped the back of my head. “Look at me when you come.”

My body argued, but he snapped my head back so I had no choice but to meet his eyes.

“I said fucking look at me, Victoria.”

My muscles contracted, my stomach tightened, and my pussy clenched tightly around him as the orgasm built and hit. It rolled through me in waves, and I squirmed and shifted under him as the intensity seemed to skyrocket as he forced me to look into his eyes.

I just wanted him to come.

I wanted to see him the way he’d seen me.

He tilted his head to look away and I grabbed his jaw, forcing his eyes back on mine.

Just in time.

I knew the exact minute his release came. His entire body went taut, and he pushed deeper inside me, and the groan that escaped his lips was low and guttural and raw.

He dropped down to kiss me, much slower and gentler than before. Like a cool down after a workout, almost.

God knew I needed one after that.

“Better?” he asked softly.

I nodded, and as he turned us to the side, I gratefully settled into the hug he pulled me into. “You’re going to make a mess,” I muttered.

He reached onto the back of the sofa and grabbed a blanket. “One, two, three, go.”

Laughing, he pulled out of me and I lifted my hips so he could shove it under us.

“Lovely,” I quipped.

“Always prepared.” He pulled me right into him, wrapping his arms around me in a way that contradicted the way we’d just fucked.

I couldn’t stay here too long. I knew that. Lying here with him with my cheek pressed against his chest where I could feel the rapid beating of his heart was a terrible idea.

I didn’t need to feel anything more than I already did.

I did really need a cuddle, though.

I stayed for a little longer, closing my eyes to breathe it in. He was warm and strong and comfortable, and that was the exact problem.

“I need to pee,” I whispered, extracting myself from his arms. He groaned as I did so, but I moved quickly and ran for the downstairs half-bath. I’d be able to sort myself out adequately there before going home for a shower.

“Always with the peeing,” Colt said when I came back out. He was up and had pulled his sweats back up from their previous place around his ankles. “Kills the moment, you know?”

“I’m sorry, I’d prefer not to get a UTI just because you want to cuddle,” I snarked. “Not that fuck buddies are supposed to cuddle, but whatever.”

“That wasn’t a cuddle,” he argued. “That was a catch-your-breath session.”

“Right.” I retrieved my bra from the floor and pulled it on before securing the catch. “If you say so.”

He met my eyes with a smirk. “Tell me you hated it, and I promise I’ll never, ever do it again.”

“You’re such a child.” I grabbed my coat and shrugged it on. “Am I allowed to leave, or would you like to cuddle again?”

“You may go.” He bit into the end of a breadstick. “Unless you’d like to cuddle.”

“I’d rather use that breadstick to scoop my eyeballs out. Goodnight, Colton.” I turned and walked to the front door.

“Goodnight, Victoria.”

“Stop calling me that!”

“You didn’t care fifteen minutes ago!”

I slammed his front door behind me and shoved my hands in my pockets.

Damn it.

I hadn’t.

CHAPTER THREE – TORI

rule three: cats literally do not care a damn thing about your dating life. all they care about is food, naps in the sun, and under-chin scritches.

“Genevieve, that is not the deal.”

My Ragdoll blinked at me with her big, blue eyes. She was sitting next to her food bowl—her full food bowl—because she could see a speck of the bottom of the bowl.

“You have to eat that food first.”

She looked down at the bowl then back