Page 149 of Meet Me in the Valley
But when that quiet laugh turns into something bigger, I twist my whole body around, trying to see his face.
“What? Why are you laughing like that?” I ask, half-grinning, half-confused. God, I missed this—his unfiltered, back-pocket laugh that sneaks out of him when he least expects it.
Logan buries his face in my thigh, shoulders shaking with uncontrollable laughter. I thread my fingers through his hair, lifting his head to meet my gaze.
“T … baby …” he wheezes, barely able to catch his breath.
What the hell?
“What?!” I demand, laughing now too, because it’s contagious.
Logan pushes up to his feet, still grinning, then leans down to kiss me—soft and sweet—before turning around.
I gasp, both of my hands flying over my mouth. “Logan. No. You fucking didn’t.”
Right there, inked on the curve of his left ass cheek in bold, black script:Tia.
He glances over his shoulder, smug as hell. “Oh, I fucking did.”
My jaw drops. “You tattooed my name on your ass?!” I yelp, as if I literally didn’t do the same exact thing.
I burst out laughing, covering my face as the reality of it sinks in.
Matching ass tattoos. We’re absolutely unhinged. And absolutelyperfect.
Logan turns back to me, cupping my face in his hands as he steals the rest of my laughter with his mouth. He presses his weight over mine. I revel in his warmth, and can’t help but smile with how his strong, solid arms and broad chest anchor me to this unforgettable moment.
Our laughter fades as our kiss deepens, turning molten. Tongues clash, tasting, teasing, neither of us willing to give up control. With one arm, Logan lifts me higher onto the bed, never once breaking the kiss, like severing it would cost him air.
“When?” I breathe, barely holding back a moan as his mouth trails down my neck, his tongue gliding slowly across my collarbone.
“When I got back from Vegas,” he mumbles against my skin, face buried in the soft valley between my breasts.
I freeze for a beat.Vegas.He did it during the silence. When everything between us felt shattered.
He looks up at me, eyes hooded, voice low. “Hell, I would’ve done itinVegas the second you told me to.”
“I didn’t think you were serious.”
Logan arches a brow, lips ghosting over my nipples as his gaze locks with mine.
“You own me, baby. I knew it the second you gave me an inch. And clearly …” His voice dips darker, pupils swallowing the brown in his eyes as he flips me onto my stomach, “... you felt the same.”
The tattoo on my ass stares back at him, bold and bare. He leans in, lips brushing over the ink with reverence.
“When?” he echoes my earlier question.
A shiver rolls through me as he kisses the spot again. His tongue flicks against my goose-bumped skin, and I have to press my cheek into the mattress to muffle the moan building in my throat.
“After Halloween,” I whisper. “I missed you so bad. But in Vegas … Iknew. Even through the mess, I belonged to you. I needed you to see I have no doubts about us. To know how completely I surrender to you. You own every part of me, Logan.”
It sounds wild—his name inked on my ass—but it’s not a joke. It’s a promise. A truth carved into my skin because he’s already buried beneath it.
His voice catches as his palm glides over the mark. “Damn, baby. You have no idea what that does to me. Seeing this. Hearing that.” His tone drops lower. “It’s so fucking sexy knowing I’mpermanentlyyours.”
He kneads the soft flesh with his thick fingers, thumbs dragging dangerously close to my soaked center. When he spreads me open, I arch for him on instinct, aching for more.
“So,” he rasps, “I own your heart, T?”
