The boathouse was more a covered dock than building, with lots of open windows for natural light so it afforded some shelter from the elements but wasn't exceptionally private, especially when eyes were intent upon spying. Beth opened the door but did not even get through it before wrapping her arms around Sean and falling back against the door jamb with him, her kiss deep and full of intent. She didn't pause to explain herself, she hoped there would be no need, but took his hand and stepped inside. She gave him a wicked little smile as the door closed.<br/><br/>"I'm not craving breakfast at the moment," she said a bit breathlessly, reaching for the hem of his T-shirt and pulling it off over his head if he'd let her.<br/>