Elfie giggled and Tryp chuckled as they ran back to their hotel room. She said, “I can’t believe we did that. It was so fast. It was, like, less than three hours!”
He laughed as he swiped the keycard through the reader. “It was fast, but it’s right. We shouldn’t wait when it’s right.”
“Maybe we should have waited,” she said, realization dawning. “Maybe we should have invited people.”
“Oh, fuck,” Tryp said, his eyes widening. “I’m in deep shit. Xan, Gloria, and Jonas are going to be pissed that I didn’t invite them, and some other guys from high school.” He shoved their door open.
“I should really call my mother, but I haven’t even talked to her for more than two years, so maybe not. Rock, now he’s going to kill me. And Mitch and Burnsie and Ironass and the other guys—”
She was spinning, and the wall slammed her back. Tryp grabbed her, lifted her up, and kissed her hard, his lips demanding. He opened his mouth and she matched him.
Oh, this time was going to be different, and Elfie focused on the thought that she was adding something to her life, not losing what men lusted after.
But Tryp had never lusted after her virginity. He didn’t want to hurt her, and she fell in love with him all over again.
Tryp whispered against her ear, “Now, you’re mine. Now you can’t leave me.”
She held him, wrapped her whole body around him. “I’ve been telling you for months that I won’t.”
He swung her legs around and carried her into the bedroom, still kissing her. She held his cheeks in her hands, kissing him. He swiveled her somehow and ended up lying on top of her without letting her go, and she held herself tight to him, pressing her stomach and breasts up against him.
Her body ached for him. Her body knew that she had been denying herself something, something important, and she hungered to touch him and his skin.
As Tryp hovered above her, his wide shoulders and strong arms blotted out the light from the lamps, but she could breathe through it this time. She’d come out of the fire stronger, forged like steel.
Tryp broke off the kiss and grabbed her throat with his mouth, gently raking his sharp teeth over her pulse, sending shivers through her.
She had kind of thought that their first time might be gentle and sweet, but he was acting like he was starving for her, and his ragged breath on her throat and his hands grasping her flesh made her heart pound and her blood rush.
“You might have to go slow,” she said, breathless and arching against him, so desperate.
“I’ve been thinking about how to do this for months,” he growled.
“You said that you wouldn’t do it, before.”
“Didn’t stop me from thinking about it, and I’ve thought about it a lot.”