“Your men must think something’s wrong since you haven’t left the tent yet. I know some of the Council men are probably chomping at the bit, waiting for you to come out.”
“No rest for the weary?” He snorted softly and drained his mug. “Guess I’ll have to get up, then, and get to work.”
Atty reached out to move the tray out of his way so it wouldn’t get knocked over, when she suddenly found herself being lifted and pushed back into the pillows behind them. Gasping from his strength and the gentleness of his hands holding her around her waist, she stared up into eyes that were heavily-lidded with desire. His kiss tasted of coffee and honey, and she found herself tonguing his sweetness with eagerness.
“I thought you said you had to get up and go to work,” she finally managed to say whe
