But then he was still touching and exploring her, even as his mouth claimed hers. His fingers slid back and forth in her folds, rubbing her, circling in the slickness. One pushed deep, circling at her core and then sinking in.
She whimpered, her fists tightening on his shirt. That . . . had felt a little twingey with pain.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he murmured against her mouth. “Relax, baby. I’ve got you. We’re just exploring. Nothing more.”
She nodded against his kisses, his tongue slicking over hers again, and when he thrust into her mouth, his finger mimicked the motion and she moaned. Oh, that had felt decadent. Her h*ps rose in response, wanting more of that touch.
Then, his thumb brushed through her folds again, and she felt it land on her clit. Her eyes opened wide with shock at the sensation, even as he thrust his finger deep into her once more.
Her nails dug into his shoulders. Oh god. That was . . . Her legs trembled, and she began to stiffen. She wanted him to pull away—no, wait, she wanted him to do that again, but harder—and all the while he continued to kiss and thrust into her mouth with his tongue and stroke his fingers deep inside her, his thumb grazing over her cl*t as he did. And it was overwhelming.
She’d touched herself to bring her body off before. Lots of times, actually. But this intensity? This intrusive, incredible touch? It was completely different. Her own touch was like a soft, soothing comfort. This was a raging inferno of desire, and she felt as if she were about to be engulfed. A sob tore at her throat again as he continued to stroke her higher, and her h*ps bucked against his hand, harder and more fiercely.
“That’s it,” he murmured against her mouth. “You going to come for me, Elise?”
“Oh,” she sobbed, digging her fingers into his shirt. “Oh! Oh!” Her legs flailed a bit even as they locked up, and he continued to pump his hand in and out, his mouth teasing hers.
And it was too much. She came fiercely. She came so hard that a rush of wetness flooded through her panties and her entire body locked up, wracked with tremors, and another sob burst from her throat.
She’d never come so hard in her life.
She seemed to stay up forever, too, Rome’s thumb brushing back and forth over her cl*t even as she came and came and came. But then she began to uncoil, ever so slowly. And as she did, she had the horrible realization that the thighs and crotch of her jeans were totally, completely soaked.
Oh my god, she’d peed on him. She’d come so hard she’d lost control of her bladder.
“God damn,” Rome said in a low voice.
Horrified, she pushed his hands away, trying to squirm away from him. “Oh my god. Oh my god.”
“What?” She felt his big body shift on the bed, and there was tension in his voice. “What’s wrong?”
A hysterical laugh choked in her throat. How could he not know? She’d freaking peed on his hand. Humiliated could not even begin to describe how she felt at the moment. Tears of shame flooded her eyes and she swung her legs off the bed, then began to feel around for her sweater. Tonight had been so utterly perfect and . . . she couldn’t believe it. He was probably just as horrified as she was at her reaction.
And where the hell was her sweater?
“Elise? What is it?” She felt the bed shift and then the light flicked on. He stared up at her, all soft, sexy eyes, gorgeous body, and an enormous tent in the front of his pants that she couldn’t take her eyes off of.
She shook herself, then snatched her sweater off the ground after finding it in a nearby corner. Tears of humiliation were leaking down her face. “I’m so sorry.”
“What? Why?” There was nothing on his face but confusion. No revulsion. Hadn’t he realized what she’d done? He had to—the entire crotch of her jeans was sopping with her response.
She shook her head, unable to voice the words, and hastily dragged her sweater over her head, tugging it down as far as it would go. It only covered her to mid butt, though, leaving the rest of her jeans obviously wet. She wanted to cry. Well, cry harder. And escape.
Except he’d driven her here, and no one else was home.
Another sob escaped her throat. She’d figure something out. Hide in the main lodge—somewhere—until her pants dried and get someone to drive her home when they came back. Somehow.
She put a hand on the door, ready to leave.
Rome’s body leaned against the door. “Elise, don’t leave.”
She shook her head, her entire body trembling from sheer humiliation. She couldn’t look him in the eye.
“What did I do? Tell me what I did and I’ll fix it. Did I go too fast for you?” Rome’s eyes were filled with worry, and his handsome face was lined with frustration.
“What did you do?” Yup, her voice was hysterical. “It’s what I did.”
He shook his head at her. “Baby, you were amazing.”
Was he being deliberately obtuse? “Up until the part where I peed on you,” she said bitterly, and reached for the door again. “Please, just let me go.”
“Wait, wait.” His hands went to her shoulders and he dragged her away from the door, and began to nuzzle her neck again. “Holy f**k, Elise. Are you kidding me?”
“Let me go,” she said softly, still avoiding his gaze but trying to squirm away from his affectionate touches. “Please.”
He didn’t let her go. Instead, his arms wrapped around her and he continued to press kisses on every inch of her face and neck he could reach. “Baby, you squirted. You’re a squirter.”
“What?” She pulled away.
“It’s a good thing, I promise. Not every girl’s a squirter. And it sounds crude, I know, but I assure you, it’s totally natural. You didn’t pee on me, Elise. You came so hard that you ejaculated.”
Her face burned so hot she was sure she’d never stop blushing, but she stopped struggling. “I’ve never . . . I mean . . . I never . . .”
“When touching yourself? Maybe I just made you come a bit harder than you’re used to.”
She glanced over at him, uncertain, and was surprised at the smug look of pleasure on his face. She relaxed a little, but god, she was still so embarrassed by her body’s reaction. “You shouldn’t look so happy about it.”
“Are you kidding? I’m f**king stoked. You came so hard, and just for me.” His hands ran over her body again, and he buried his face against her neck. “You were so goddamn wet I nearly came in my pants as soon as I touched you. Knowing I turned you on that much? How can I not love that?”