Free WANTED (A Transported Through Time book) by Amber Scott

breath, Samantha stood up and rushed for the familiar path to her closet-sized bathroom.
    With a loud thud, she smacked right into a wall and fell straight onto her butt.
    She opened her eyes. All the way. She stared at the wall that shouldn’t have been there and became aware that she hadn’t a stitch of clothing on. That was weird. She stood up and looked around, trying to orient herself to where she’d gone wrong on the way to the bathroom.
    “Are you all right?”
    Samantha jumped and spun around. There on her bed, staring at her from a pair of slumberous bedroom eyes, lay the man she’d dreamed about. He looked half asleep and mostly concerned. He moved to get out of bed. He was as stark naked as she.
    She had to pee. Badly.
    Was she still dreaming? Had she now incorporated her full bladder into the dream? In the near dark, she saw he wasn’t in her bed, only a bed, and not in her room.
    Samantha nodded, unable to speak yet. He rose from the bed and walked to her, his full glory an eyeful. She couldn’t help but admire the broad shoulders, narrow hips, and muscular thighs. While his chest was smooth and bare, very masculine hair sparsely covered his arms and legs.
    He ran a hand over his brow. He looked boyish and charming with a lazy smile and sleepy eyes. He kissed her mouth, stroking his thumb over her cheek. His lips were warm and soft.
    “Looking for the outhouse?”
    Samantha balked. Outhouse? Of all things, how could her mind conjure up that? Where were the lakes and streams and toilets of her normal gotta-pee dreams?
    She nodded. Jesse took her hand and led her out the door into the night. Naked.
    She pulled her hand free and stopped at the door. He turned around. “What is it?”
    Wordlessly, Samantha covered her breasts and looked around with a meaningful glance.
    “Don’t worry. You’re safe with me,” Jesse said and waggled a pistol in his hand. “Ain’t no one out here to see a thing.”
    She didn’t even wonder where he’d found the gun, let alone why she hadn’t spotted him picking it up. If she was dreaming about the Old West, about an armed and naked gorgeous cowboy she’d fantasized about all night, being escorted to an outhouse fit right in. Samantha stepped forth. Dream or not, she still felt incredibly naked and vulnerable.
    Until he took her hand again and winked.
    The smile on her face was the brim of a giggle. While Jesse made like he was scanning the area for bandits, gun aimed and ready, she tiptoed after him. He was cute and funny. If only he were real.
    She let him lead her to the walled hole in the ground and offered her the door. “Ladies first.”
    Samantha shook her head. “I can’t.”
    “Of course you can. This is newly built and in fine condition, if I do say so myself.”
    “No, I mean, I really can’t.” She couldn’t bring herself to tell him she didn’t want to wet the bed and wake up. “You go ahead.”
    Jesse eyed her a minute. He handed her the pistol. Her bladder ached so badly she thought about holding herself like a kid at the mall standing in line for Santa Claus. That wouldn’t be sexy. So she did the sexiest thing available.
    Samantha took the pistol, steadied it with both hands, and stood wide-legged. She imagined she might look like a warrior goddess in a beam of moonlight, the same as he looked like a god. Jesse whistled low and got in a full look before enclosing himself into the outhouse.
    Stepping away so she couldn’t hear his business, Samantha breathed in the piney, fresh air. It reminded her of her father’s place. Her nudity no longer bothered her and became a bit freeing. She stretched wide her arms, tilting her head to the sky, and thanked God for this fabulous dream.
    She needed only one more good kiss before she relieved herself. If she woke up in a warm pool, well then, she’d have to change the sheets, and she’d never tell another living soul.
    The door opened near her, and she felt him close in. He walked up behind her,