“My — Sir — ” She huffed as he looked at her until she corrected herself. “Isaac. This is your home. I cannot permit you to give up your b-bed.” Abruptly, an image of the two of them entwined in bed came into her mind, and she stumbled over the words.
Isaac let out a soft growl and rubbed the heel of his hand into his eyes, muttering under his breath. “Thank you,” he added on as she finally corrected his name, before he scooped her up into his arms and headed to the bedroom, depositing her on the bed. “I won’t take no for an answer, Summer.”
She yelped as he picked her up, involuntarily wrapping her arms around his neck. She opened her mouth to argue, and closed it at the look on his face. She pushed herself upright, though, pulling her skirts down around her ankles. “This isn’t right,” she told him.