It was probably gauche not to let Sarah precede him through the arch and into the hall, but Cooper was unwilling to let go of her soft, warm hand - no, not warm, hot and getting hotter - even that long. The first few steps they strolled, casual as you please. Then her bare arm brushed against his, and he licked his lips again, and they were walking a little faster.<br/><br/>Man alive, what was taking so long? They passed Mel's desk again, and this time he didn't even glance up at her. Their strides were longer, and then longer still, as if they had just realized they had to catch a train at the end of the hall. Past the desk and down the hall and why in hell weren't they at his room yet? Cooper fought down the urge to break into a trot as he searched the doors for a number. One, three ... no, his was ... four! There it was!<br/><br/>He thumped the door open and half tugged Sarah through after him. His self-control lasted just long enough for it to swing shut behind them. Then in a single movement he couldn't have explained afterward if his life depended on it, he had wrapped his arms around her, cradled her magnificent bum in his hands, and lifted her bodily off the floor. With Sarah hiked up and pinned against the wall, her throat was at just the right height for him to cover it with kisses.