Free Wet and Wilde by Tawny Taylor Page A

think I was standing on the bottom of the sea. It even smells like the sea in here. Let me guess…” She walked to the bed and pushed on the mattress. “Gee, what a surprise! A water bed.”
    “What are you so scared of?” He knew the answer, but he wanted to hear her speak it.
    “Water, for one.” She took another shy glance into the room again. “Hadn’t you noticed I’m a little nervous around water? That tank belongs at Sea World, not in someone’s bedroom. Do you have a whale in there too?”
    “Only a small one. Please trust me. The water will stay where it is. The sharks and whales too. I want to cherish your body, not destroy it.”
    “There is no way in hell I’ll go in there. Making love with a bunch of sharks and fish watching is plain creepy.” Her words were firm, but her tone wasn’t. It had softened a touch, and that was more than a little encouraging.
    If there was one thing he knew, it was how liberating facing one’s biggest fear could be. Jane Wilde could use more than a little liberation. Yep, she’d be a quivering mass of appreciation in no time.
    He stepped into the room and shed his shirt, grateful for the caress of cool air on his skin. He’d been wearing clothing daily for a long time now, months, in fact, so he figured he should be used to the scratchy, heavy, confining feeling, but he wasn’t.
    “It isn’t going to work.” She didn’t take a step away.
    He shed his pants. What else would a guy do?
    “Yeah, yeah. You’re sexy. So what? So what if you’re built like a frickin’ god? I’m still not going into that…in there with that ocean of water.”
    He pulled off his shorts, his erection tightening his pelvis muscles as he watched her gaze settle there. “I know you enjoy my body. Come on in. Let’s play. It’ll be an adventure. I know you want to explore the forbidden. I know you’re curious. Be honest with yourself.”
    “I am being honest.” She poked her finger in the direction of the door to his secret room. “What the hell is in there?”
    “You’re not quite ready for that…yet.” He took her hand and led her inside then closed the door behind her. “Trust me.”
    “Trust? No way.”
    He pulled her inside. “I know the mix of fear and excitement is making you hot. Your pussy is getting wet. Your heart is thumping in your ear.”
    “It is not.”
    He knew she was lying. The scent of her juices was driving him insane, but he forced himself to remain sedate. He changed subjects. “Have you ever wanted to be tied up?”
    “Not in relation to sex.”
    What other kind of tying was there? He didn’t ask. “Doesn’t it make you hot thinking about losing control?”
    He felt her shudder—and it was a good kind of shudder, he might add.
    “Losing control makes me think of adult diapers,” she said reaching out to touch the heavy glass tank wall. She no sooner made contact with its cool surface than she yanked her hand back.
    She was no easy customer, but he was enjoying the verbal swordplay. It was all part of the game, a part he enjoyed as much as any other. If Jane was as adept at the other parts—and he knew she was—this would be one hell of a night.
    “How about a nice, safe, hot bath?”
    “Now, that sounds nice. I can handle a bathtub full of water.”
    He led her to the master bath—he loved that term!—and relished her sigh of appreciation.
    “This is amazing.”
    “You like?” He tapped the button on the wall and the Jacuzzi tub filled with churning bubbles. Steam drifted into the air. “Now, it’s always best to take off your clothes before you get into a bath.” He spoke to her shallower parts of her mind, knowing he wouldn’t need to go deeper.
    She was ready.
    His cock reared up in response.
    “Undress for me, love,” he whispered.
    Jane couldn’t believe herself. She was still here, in this place, with that huge aquarium practically filling the next room. Despite the fact that the décor made her feel as if she was one