The reciprocal motion of Sarah's hips was working wonders, tilting her bum in counterpoint to his own rocking so that even the slightest adjustment was magnified. Cooper held her closer yet, the hand on her breast drawing her torso to him as the one between her thighs pressed and twisted against her flower. His brain was growing fuzzier with lust by the moment, but he still had enough rationality to be glad of the open window that admitted the cool sea breeze. There wasn't the space of a sheet of paper between them, and without that breath of wind the heat they were generating would have had them both drenched with sweat by now.<br/><br/>Hmm now. That was a mental image he liked - Sarah shining with her own sweat, and maybe his too, glistening in the late morning sun through the curtains... The idea, combined with the touch of her skin against every inch of him from shoulders to knees, had him harder than he could ever remember being now, practically aching. Time to throttle back a bit, or things could get ugly. But how to make space gracefully?<br/><br/>Cooper sighed again as Sarah's lips brushed his jaw. There it was. He released her breast and guided her through a quarter turn with a little pressure against her thigh. Now that she was edge-on to him, they were free to kiss each other without Sarah having to crane her neck like a giraffe. He bowed his head and softly kissed her forehead, her nose, each closed eyelid. Meanwhile, his free hand had wandered to the back of her bra. His strong, nimble fingers dealt with the hooks with ease, and it took only the barest nudge to send a strap sliding off one shoulder.