[ He's entirely lost in this moment. Too lost to really worry about what her hands may feel or what her heels do. It's not like she'd stop in the middle of this moment to talk to him about it. He knows that. But he doesn't care in this moment. He only cares about how good it feels to be inside of her. To touch her. To feel her. Her voice is music to his ears. Every sharp uptick in volume or the way the words become more pronounced with a thrust of his hips.

Jamie chuckles softly against her breast when she asks if he wanted to do this in the tavern. He wouldn't have minded. How could he have? He would have been inside of her. Inside of Rosalind and enjoying every single inch of her. How could he have been upset then? That smile reminds as she keeps going. His gaze flicks up to just barely look at her when she carries on. Discussing him bending her over the table instead. There was a time in Jamie's life where he thought that back to front was the only way you could have sex. ]

They'd have gotten a view. [ If her sounds are anything to go off. The way she looks at him. ] Taken ye like an animal. Let them watch yer face as I made ye come for me. [ His head lifts and heavy fingers grope the side of her breast. His thumb nail circles the nipple as he leans down. His hips still going. ] Do ye want to come for me, Rosalind? [ His nail scrapes the nipple. ] I'd like that very much.