Hmm, you’re right. That is a glaring oversight. I’ll have to fix that.
Elysse grinned up at him, arms tucked tight against her belly in a display of playful rebellion.
“You’re going to be late, Inquisitor.” Cullen held her shirt out, eyes narrowed in a dare. Surely the famed Herald of the Inquisition wouldn’t linger in her room because she refused to dress.
“The guests can wait,” she said, unmoving. “Just like I’m waiting for my good morning kiss. My getting dressed is entirely in your hands, Commander.”
“Mmhmm.” Elysse shifted onto the balls of her feet, her skin prickling at the traces of heat emanating from his body. “One little kiss.”
Cullen’s lips quirked up into a smirk before he flattened it out with an exaggerated scowl. “If it’s my duty to do so,” he said, leaning in closer. His kiss hovered out of reach as he pulled away when she moved closer, then pressed in when she began to part.
Forfeiting an arm, Elysse wrapped a hand around the back of his neck before pulling Cullen in closer. He was laughing when their lips met, his kiss warm and lingering with the trace of his languid tongue. She grinned again, relaxing her arms as she let him pull her shirt onto place, shivering when the tips of his fingers trailed along her naked skin. She kept the kiss going, shifting with him while she snapped the clasps into place.
“My turn now,” Cullen said after they finally separated. He held his arms above his head, his lips red and tempting from her attentions.
“You don’t want a kiss too?”
“I’ll take mine later.”
Elysse smirked, her thoughts already drifting to when they’d be alone again after their meeting was done. Retrieving his shift from the bed, she laughed when Cullen bent over so she could slip the linen into place. She moved in, hands teasing the fabric down by inches as she let her fingers search out the planes of his skin. She paused over every scar. His muscles jumped under her touch and she smiled up at him, savoring the adoration in his eyes. No one else got to have that look.
“Breeches next,” Cullen murmured. His gaze flicked down to her lips before he bit his own.
Laughter echoed through the room when he held her waist, keeping her from falling as she tugged the last of her clothes into place. His hand was heavy on her shoulder, his movements purposefully clumsy as he pulled his breeches up before stumbling towards her. An accident, he laughed as he kissed her for the second time, arms wrapping around her.
Together, they shifted and stumbled towards the stairs, breathing heavy, fingers running through hair and gripping at shirts.
“I’ll join you soon,” Cullen all but panted. He glanced to his pile of armor before offering her an apologetic smile.
“I have to go alone?” Elysse pouted when he started to smooth away the wrinkles his grip had caused.
“They won’t bite.”
She scoffed. “You didn’t see Duchess Beaufort last night. Even Josephine’s powers of diplomacy may not hold her at bay.” She sighed when he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“I promise to come to your rescue.”
“You’d better,” she grumbled, tugging on his shirt and she pulled him in for one last kiss.