Her movements halted, however, when her bottom rubbed against something long and hard nestled in his lap. Her eyes flew wide. Isabel darted her gaze to his, her tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth to find him heavy lidded. “Have a care, darling,” he whispered, “I’m only a man.”
“Good girl,” he said, his voice like smooth black coffee. Taking hold of her hem, Sirius lifted the bulk of her skirts until Isabel felt the cool air on her bare legs. Tucking the taffeta around her waist, he met her gaze. “And good girls get rewarded.”