Free Wet and Wilde by Tawny Taylor Page B

hundred leagues under the sea, she didn’t want to leave. Everything he’d said had been true. She wanted to be fucked silly, and the little bit of fear underlying her desire only made this whole thing that much more erotic.
    Josh cleared his throat and commanded, “Take off your clothes. And don’t remove your eyes from my face while you strip.”
    Her insides tingled as she watched brain-melting desire play over his features. She quickly kicked off her shoes, took off her shirt and jeans then worked her bra clasp, catching it before it slid off her breasts.
    Holy shit! He looked like he’d devour her, literally. And she was ready to come already.
    “Off with the underwear. I want to see all of you.”
    She let her bra drop off her arms then worked her underwear over her hips. She felt so naked, but it was a good feeling of exposure, a sexy feeling. Her pussy muscles clenched and her heart skipped in her chest, hopping around like a rabbit.
    “Nice.” He nodded with appreciation. “Turn around. I love to look at your ass.”
    She did as he bid, eager to spread her legs and show him everything. Her knees were as wobbly as a newborn baby’s. She felt herself sinking to the floor.
    “No. Stand up.”
    She locked her knees against the urgent need to drop.
    “That’s it, baby. Now, spread your legs for me. Do you know how much I love looking at you?”
    Oh, yeah! That was a step in the right direction. Naked, her legs spread as much as she dared, considering they still had to hold her up. Weak and wobbly, and wanting to lie down and pull him on top of her, she braced herself by gripping a towel bar and forced herself to remain standing.
    A soft touch, tickling soft, at the back of her knee nearly sent her falling to the floor. But a firm grip on her thigh kept her upright. His touch, which left a trail of goosebumps the size of Mount Everest in its wake, meandered over her legs, skipped the sensitized flesh between her legs, and landed at the base of her spine.
    Her back muscles flexed and her ass jutted out.
    Josh growled. The man was a beast, and she loved it!
    The tickly thing ignited every nerve ending in her back and neck then slipped down her spine and disappeared. She turned her head. “You stopped?”
    “Time for your bath.” He took her hand and led her to the tub and she stepped in, shocked by the nearly scalding heat of the water.
    She got no further than ankle deep before she yanked her foot out. “Shit! That’s hot.”
    “It’s good for you.” He lowered himself into the water until only his waist and above was visible. “Please tell me you aren’t afraid of a little heat.”
    “I’m not. I mean, within reason. I don’t like to get burned.”
    “No one does. Look. I’m in here with you. We’ll both be burned.”
    For some reason, that didn’t make her feel any better. She found the double entendre interesting, stimulating, even if the literal subject wasn’t so enticing. She gave the bath another shot and stuck her foot into the water. This time, it didn’t sting as bad, and so she moved slowly, easing her body in up to her waist.
    “See? It’s comfortable—a few degrees shy of being unbearable.” He sunk lower and pulled her to him.
    His hands resting on her waist sent energy zapping through her body, and her senses came alive. The water’s scent. The bubbles dancing over her skin. The anticipation of his next touch.
    He steered her around until she was facing away from him then pulled her onto his lap. His erection stabbed her ass, and she shifted herself to accommodate it, rotating her hips and then rocking them back and forth and running her ass up and down its pulsing length.
    Josh groaned, gripped her hair and tilted her head, licking, tasting, nipping her neck. A chill shot down her spine, despite the furious rise in her body temperature. She rubbed her ass harder until he gently lifted her up.
    “If you don’t stop that, I’ll come. And I’m not nearly ready to do