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Chains shrugged, “Yeah, I mean, look at you and then look at me. I didn’t really stand a chance with someone like you. But one thing that I’ve learned in life is to go after what you want, no matter what. I wanted you Sprite.” He pushed a strand of her pink hair back from her face and ran his hand gently down her cheek.

“You’re beautiful, Sprite,” he breathed.

“I think that you’re beautiful too, Chains,” she whispered. Sprite went up on her tippy toes and gently kissed his mouth. She loved the way that his beard tickled her chin and when he deepened the kiss, she wrapped her arms around his neck, never wanting him to stop kissing her. Sprite ran her fingers through his hair and loved the way that he moaned into her mouth.

He broke their kiss and pulled her into his room. “Every time you touch me, Sprite, I feel like I’m going to catch fire. Tell me that you’re sure about this,” he begged.

“I’m sure,” she whispered. “I want you, Chains,” she admitted.

“Bath first,” he said, “I promised you that.”

“Well, only if you’ll join me,” she said, batting her eyes at him.

“I think that’s a fair request. You make yourself comfortable and I’m going to get the bath going,” he ordered. Sprite sat on his bed and wondered if he was always bossy. Honestly, she didn’t mind it at all. She usually liked men who were a bit rough around the edges and bossy as hell.

“So, tell me something about yourself,” Chains called from the bathroom.

“There really isn’t much to tell,” Sprite yelled back. “I mean, you know that I grew up in a trailer park. I lived with mymother and my father’s been gone for years. I don’t really even remember him,” she admitted.

“That had to be tough,” Chains said.

“It wasn’t so bad, at first. Not until I started school, and the other kids called me names for living in a trailer. As I got older, I learned to make myself invisible—you know, hide in the corners silently so no one noticed me.”

Chains walked into the room without his T-shirt, and she nearly forgot what they were talking about. He sat on the bed and pulled her into his arms. “I’m so sorry that you had to go through all that,” he whispered, gently kissing her lips. He was so tender with her that she was almost surprised by it. At the bar, Chains acted almost arrogantly, but now she was starting to believe that was just a show.

He broke the kiss, leaving her breathless as she looked his upper body over. “I love your tattoos,” she breathed, tracing them with the tips of her fingers. She loved the way that Chains shivered at just her touch.

“Thanks,” he breathed, “there are more, but I’ll show you those later.” Sprite wondered what other tattoos he had and where he had them, and suddenly felt overheated. “First, I want to get you in the bathtub. How about you strip for me, honey?” he asked.

Sprite looked at him, trying to figure out if he was serious or not. “You mean, like I work at a strip club?” she asked.

Chains chuckled, making the entire bed shake. “No, I mean like, take off your shirt and your jeans so that we can get into the tub.”

“Oh,” Sprite said, suddenly feeling very shy about having to take off her clothes. “Will you be watching me undress?” she asked.

“Only if you want me to,” he breathed. Sprite thought about telling him to give her a little bit of privacy, but what would itmatter? In a few minutes, they would both be naked and, in the bathtub, and he’d see all of her anyway.

“I want you to stay here,” she admitted, “I guess I’m just feeling a bit nervous.”

“There is no reason to feel nervous, honey,” Chains assured. “I know that you don’t know me well, but I’d never do anything to hurt you.” He gently brushed the hair back from her face and looked over her bruises. “I want to kill that fucker for laying even one finger on you, Sprite.”

“He’s not worth it,” Sprite whispered. She winced when he ran his thumb over her bruised cheek.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he said. “Maybe we should wait until you’re healed before we do this.” There was no way that she wanted to wait for Chains to make her his. Sprite was afraid that she’d chicken out and tell him that she changed her mind.

“No,” she said, pulling his hand into her own. She gently kissed his palm and smiled at him. “I want this Chains. I’m okay—promise.” That seemed to be the green light that Chains needed from her. He scooped her up from the bed and carried her into the bathroom. She loved the way that his bare chest felt against her body. All the nervous tension that plagued her before suddenly disappeared and when he let her body slide down his, she knew that she was ready to do everything he had asked her to do.

Sprite tugged her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. She rarely wore a bra and when he looked over her torso, she was glad that she hadn’t worn one tonight.

“Beautiful,” he said. He traced her tattoos that ran from her shoulders to her wrists, and she shivered. “You cold?” he asked.

“Nope,” she breathed, smiling up at him. “Every time you touch me that happens. I’m not sure why.”

“Hmm, we’ll have to try to figure that out as we go,” he said. “Take off your jeans,” he insisted. Sprite unbuttoned her jeansand slid them down her legs. She could feel his eyes on her the entire time, and she had to admit, she liked it.

“No panties either?” he hissed.

“I don’t like to wear bras or panties,” she explained.