Cooper groaned softly into Sarah's mouth as her fingers trailed fire along his skin. His grasp on her hip grew tighter, both from mounting desire and to steady himself against the reeling of the chair beneath him. There he was again, drunk on the taste of her kiss, each making him more desperate for another.<br/><br/>He cracked open one eye and was a little surprised to find no steam rising from his damp shirt. Sarah's hand was hot as a torch and Cooper felt his own fire building as it crept toward his waistband. Nobody else in sight. With a great effort of will he broke from Sarah's lips ... only to plunge down and kiss that beautiful small crescent of breast that showed above the top of her bathing suit. Then he shook himself, hard, and stood, arms around Sarah's waist, pulling her to and nearly off her feet.<br/><br/>"I want you, Sarah, right now." He took a step back toward the hall to the rooms, drawing her after him as if they were locked in a particularly sultry tango.