“The tattoo is the first of many I’ll get with your name all over my body.” My breath catches. I study his profile as my pulse begins to race. “But…why?” His expression contemplative now, he reaches for the small silver cream server on the tray. “Because I’m yours. You’ve tattooed your name on everything inside me. The least I can do is make the outside match.” His words blast through me like a hurricane, stealing my breath and knocking me senseless.
