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reached his hands. She enjoyed every inch of warm flesh and compact muscle, just as she had while they’d been married.
    To steal a line from one of her favorite songs, Gage’s body was a wonderland. Even if he hadn’t been a cop, needing to stay in shape to keep up with the rigors of his job, she suspected he still would have been at the gym five or six times a week. Running, swimming, lifting weights. He did a bit of everything, and it showed.
    And she appreciated his diligence. She always had, even if his big, muscle-bound, in-shape body tended to make her feel small and somewhat out of shape in comparison.
    She’d also always loved his tattoos. She wasn’t inked herself . . . she wasn’t sure she was brave enough to let someone permanently mark her body with a thousand razor-sharp needles . . . but she could certainly appreciate the beauty of good body art on the canvas of Gage’s spectacular physique.
    While they’d been together, he’d only had a couple—a tribal rope design around his left bicep and a strip of barbed wire around his right wrist. He’d talked about getting more, but to her knowledge had never started the process.
    Since their breakup, however, it looked like he’d not only been busy, but perhaps spent the majority of his free time in a tattoo artist’s chair. She could see the nose of a dragon breathing fire at the top of his right pectoral. Full of bright color and angry passion, it trailed up under the black of his bunched-up T-shirt, presumably to cover the slope of his shoulder. She assumed it blanketed a fair expanse of his back, as well, because the creature reappeared below the line of his waist, its tailwrapping around his left hip while the tip curled over his pelvic bone and ended just above his groin.
    Licking her lips, she linked her fingers with his and leaned down to press a soft kiss on his mouth.
    “You remember this, don’t you?” she asked quietly.
    She rested her breasts on his chest, the rough, springy hairs there tickling her sensitized nipples. Lower, beneath her belly, she felt him stir and knew her attentions were beginning to have the desired effect.
    “You remember me,” she added, and this time it was a statement rather than a question.
    His fingers flexed around hers, and she couldn’t read whether it was in desire or anger.
    “I remember you.” She grazed his cheek with her lips. The stubble of his jawline tickled, but in a good way, so she did it again.
    “I miss you,” she murmured, feeling secure enough to admit the truth only because he was tied up and—in theory, anyway—at her mercy.
    She nipped the lobe of his ear with her teeth and was rewarded with a small, low groan. Her lips traveled down the side of his neck, pressing soft, languid kisses along the way. Every once in a while, she let her tongue flick out to taste and dampen his skin.
    She’d always loved the way he tasted—salty and masculine, like a man who worked hard and played hard, and wore both scents as his own personal fragrance. High-priced colognes and aftershaves had nothing on
Eau de Gage
.
    When she reached his shoulder, she gave the muscle there a tiny love bite through the material of his shirt, almost as though she were attempting to French kiss the dragon itself. A shiver of excitement swept throughher at the mental image before she moved on to outline the sharp edge of his collarbone, the base of his throat, and down to the positively mouthwatering twin rises of his pectorals.
    His nipples were tight little beads at the centers of perfectly round brown areolas. Sexy circles over a mostly smooth, broad chest that tapered to a flat, narrow stomach.
    Sliding her hands down the insides of his arms, she toyed with the piercing tips, first rolling them beneath the pads of her thumbs, then the palms of her hands. Letting her fingers wander off to explore other parts of his chest, she replaced them with her mouth. Kissing, licking, biting lightly before using her tongue