"As I recall," he said as his fingertip skimmed the tops of her breasts, "I enjoy the sounds a woman makes when I pleasure her." "Ye'd not enjoy these sounds." She slapped his hand away. "And if ye take me, there'd be no pleasure." "As a maid, ye canna know that," he said, lifting one of the long locks of her chestnut hair to his lips and inhaling her scent. "And I dinna think ye'll scream, not in the way ye mean, in any case." "Ye'd have to tie me up and force yourself on me, because I'd fight ye, tooth and claw," she said with assurance. "Now there's a thought," he said. "I've heard some lassies enjoy being tied up." He could picture her in his mind, bound tight, her breasts bared, her legs splayed with her soft core wet and ready. She'd be helpless before him. He'd make her beg for release. He stood and walked to his horse to retrieve a length of rope. "Shall we give it a try?" "No!" she said, scrabbling away. "Please, no." "Dinna fret, Elspeth. I'll no' force ye," he crooned softly, as if she were a frightened mare."