"Hmm. You might be right," he said with a grin. "Feeling a mite wrung out?"<br/><br/>Cooper skittered sideways and propped himself up to face her. Or at least to be facing her; he took a long, appreciative look up her body from head to toe and back again, with stopovers at her thighs and breasts, before meeting her gaze. A few stray strands of hair, lank with sea air and exertion, had fallen across her forehead and he brushed them back for a better view of those beautiful eyes.<br/><br/>"Well. We're not in any rush." Coop leaned in a little closer and let his hand trail down Sarah's neck and across her back. "We could just lie here a while..." He was resting his hand in the hollow of her hip now and gave her a suggestion of a squeeze, drawing her just close enough for one of her legs to brush his.<br/><br/>"Recuperate..."