Summer Love in the City (Summer Instalove)

suit, right?” I nodded as he kissed across my forehead in a sweeping arch. “Although I

would prefer to watch you swim naked,” he said, letting his hand graze along my hip.

My laughter bubbled out again. I love seeing a tough guy be so silly.

His confidence was arousing me almost more than I could stand. Feeling my thighs press

together as I snuggled against him, I knew that as soon as we were in the pool together, he

would be touching me everywhere. My libido pinged back and forth wildly between being

nervous, and feeling the lust coursing through me.

As his fingers tightened, pressing into my skin, he whispered in my ear, “I know you’re

thinking it. Yes, I’m going to grope every gorgeous inch of you in the water. Let’s get

changed.”

He pulled his swim trunks out of the pocket of his blazer, waving them like a red flag in front

of me. But since they were dark green, I hoped that it wasn’t an actual red flag.

As I dashed to the change room, it was hard to figure out the confusing signals in my guts.

Usually, there was a fairly clear message, and if I really listened, my inner voice would tell

me what to do. Naturally, there wasn’t a perfect accuracy rate, but sometimes it was all I

had to go on.

Today, my only message was that I needed him. It didn’t matter that I barely knew him.

Everything about him seemed incredible, and the way he made me feel about myself was

more than I’d ever hoped for.

There was a small question rolling around in my mind, asking if this was too fast. Although I wasn’t quite sure, would it really hurt to check it out just once?

Slipping my bikini into place and rolling my underwear into my dress so that I could carry

everything, I squared my shoulders and walked back out to the pool. Pretending that I was

really on vacation should be easy, and I’d go with the flow.

“Holy shit.” I turned to see Devin staring at me as if he’d never seen a woman in a bathing

suit before. Sure, my boobs were just a tiny bit big for my frame, but they balanced out my

round hips. My stomach was nowhere near flat, so I didn’t have the hourglass look, but I

was usually reasonably confident.

His feet shuffled my way as I thought his eyes were going to fall out. He grabbed my ass

hard, pulling me against him with an urgency that sent tingles up my spine. He didn’t just

want me, he was hungry for me. That was a huge distinction, and I truly appreciated it.