Amelia inched herself around in the small space between the sink and Damien's towel-clad body. This close, the tattoos on his bare chest were mesmerizing, a flourish of geometric symbols and swirling arcs rendered in a range of colors from deep russet to gold and green to peacock blue.
"Do you like them?" he murmured, watching her gaze follow the strange, interlocking patterns and beautiful colors.
"I've never seen anything like them. I think they're stunning, Damien. Are they tribal-inspired?"
He gave a vague shrug. "More of a family tradition. My father was similarly marked; so was his father before him, and all the other males of our line."
Wow. If the men of Damien's family looked anything like him, they must have wreaked holy havoc on the hearts of women everywhere. Recalling just
