"He made his voice low and smug as he thumbed her hardened nipple. Smearing soot in a lewd circle. "Don't play innocent, Miss Highwood. You've been wanting this. A hard, sweaty pounding from the village smith. These strong, dirty hands all over your body. You've been wanting it, haven't you?" "I . . ." He withdrew halfway, then slid deep. "Haven't you?" As he moved in and out, her head bobbed in a subtle nod. "Say it." He thrust hard. She gasped. "Yes."