Summer Love in the City (Summer Instalove)

I sort of liked that Devin took the lead. He was incredibly confident, without being forceful. It was a good energy to be around.

Looking down at my feet as they paced back and forth over my purple living room rug, I

wanted to make a decision before he arrived and my mind became scrambled with lust.

Was it even possible for a person to relax and go with the flow if they’d been completely

driven and uptight for the past few years? My career path was tricky, and was taking up all

of my energy. But I also wanted love. Everyone else seemed to find a balance. I’m sure I

could do it too, somehow.

A sharp knock stopped me in my tracks. I was going to have to wing it. The second I

opened the door, Devin swept into the room with a little bouquet of hot pink and lime green

daisies that were delightfully tacky.

Before I could focus on the flowers, he was already kissing me. The way his mouth

gravitated to mine, his hand sliding along my ass to pull our bodies together… His hunger

was making my pulse twitch erratically. Then he stepped back, grinning, as he handed me

the flowers rather formally.

“Thank you,” I said, taking them the four steps into the kitchen. Opening a cupboard, I

reached up for my only vase, but Devin was behind me already, taking it down for me.

“Thanks again,” I smiled, turning in his arms as he set the vase in the sink. I filled it with

water and placed the flowers in it, loving the way he seemed to be staring at me. I already

felt addicted to his attention.

“You’re distractingly beautiful, baby,” he said, his low voice almost smoky. “I took the next several days off work so that I could join you on your little holiday.”

“You’re crazy,” I laughed. “You don’t even know me yet.”

“This is the perfect opportunity to learn all about you,” he said. “Also, I’m sorry they didn’t

have any tropical flowers. It was a last minute convenience store decision.”

As I leaned in to give him a peck on the cheek, his arms wrapped around me, lifting me up

onto the kitchen table. Devin’s huge hands ran up my outer thighs, under my skirt.

Everywhere he touched me, my skin prickled and tingled. There was something so strange

about this man, as if he were a wild animal but his suit was keeping him under control like a

fashionable leash.

I felt like I should slow him down, but I honestly didn’t want to. I wanted him. I needed this

intense energy. I wanted to give myself to him, and didn’t quite care if it made no sense. My