QUOTE : Then he dropped to his knees. “What are you doing?” she gasped, reaching for him, meaning to pull him back against her. “Doona touch me, lass,” he commanded, sliding his hands up beneath her dress, his calluses rasping against the silk of her stockings with a delightfully wicked sensation. “I’ll not be able to stop myself from taking ye.” Her brows drew together in bemused consternation. “But I told you that you could take me.” She was almost panting now, as though she’d run a great length. “Aye.” He chuckled, his clever fingers stopping to toy with a garter, effectively rendering her witless. “I give before I take, lass. It’ll always be thus.