Coop let out a low rumble of contentment and slipped his arms around Sarah’s waist. He leaned in just a hair closer, just enough to barely catch her lower lip between his, tug on it a moment, let it go, do it again.<br/><br/>“Incredible,” he whispered against her cheek, and brushed it with a kiss. “Amazing.” Another kiss grazed the edge of Sarah’s jaw. “I may never think of the Victoria’s Secret show the same way again.”<br/><br/>His hands settled on Sarah’s bottom and drew her up against him a little more snugly, just enough for her to feel the effect her show had had on him. It also had the added benefit of shifting her into a position in which he could maneuver in for a kiss to her throat, squarely on her pulse. “Matter of fact,” he muttered, “I may just never think of it again at all...” And he went to work easing the straps off her shoulders and down.