Now that they were over that first hump - he would have phrased that better if he had been speaking aloud, but Cooper let the mental innuendos fly - any reservations he had about looking at Sarah were gone. As he released her index and enveloped her middle finger, he let his gaze roam freely over her voluptuous curves. He was already imagining the feeling of her round, full hips in his hands, the arc of her waist, and those breasts ... good<em>god</em>, those breasts. Cooper feasted his eyes on what showed above the scooped neck of her light blouse, and smiled when he saw the twin points of her stiffening nipples.<br/><br/>All right then. He stood, Sarah's hand still lightly held in his own, and drew her to her feet. He didn't speak, and didn't expect her to. There were other sounds than words he wanted to draw from her anyway. He kissed her hand one more time, then released it and slowly - very slowly - began to draw her blouse up and off.