"Yes. Right there. Just like that: don't stop!"
Cullen raised an eyebrow as Elysse lay back on his bed, sighing softly. His thumbs continued to massage tight circlesalong her right calf.
"Really?" he asked.
"What?"
"It's just..." He sighed, shaking his head a little. "You're making more noise now than you do when we—you know."
"Oh?" She laughed and his cheeks warmed. "I'm afraid I don't know, Commander. What are you referring to?" She leaned up and kissed along his jawline when he started grumbling. "I thought you liked me being quiet: less likely to have people interrupt us."
"Yes, well..." Cullen stared down at the tense muscle he was working, hoping it would distract him from the blush spreading down his neck. "It wouldn't be so bad if you were sometimes just a little more... vocal."
Elysse was grinning when she tugged on his shirt and kissed him. "I'll remember that for the future."
