“Well, I willna deny ye taught me my business, Sassenach,” he murmured. “And ye made a good job of it.”

“You caught on reasonably quickly,” I said. “Natural talent, I suppose.”

“Let’s go home,” he whispered, leaning close and drawing his tongue up the side of my neck. “I want ye to make me say ‘Oh, God,’ for ye.”

“That . . . could be arranged.”

“Good,” he said, pulling his hands out of my skirt. “And then we’ll see what I can make you say, mo nighean donn.”

“See if you can make me say, ‘Don’t stop.’” (all quotes from MOBY)