The strap slid, dropped - and stopped, draped across the bend of Sarah's elbow.<em>Dang!</em>Cooper thought. What was ... oh, man, the sheer volume of her, pressed against her own arm, was holding the material up. He shuddered in awe and reached a little farther around her to tug at the bottom of the cup. That did it. The bra slipped away to dangle from her one crooked arm, unveiling her breasts.<br/><br/>He hated the thought of removing the hand that rested between her thighs; could the other one reach? Cooper stretched, tilted, and darned if he couldn't, just. He slipped his free hand beneath her arm to once again knead and squeeze her bare breast, the nipple gently grasped between two fingers as he did.