Cooper sent Sarah's lower garments skittering across the floor, then reached to his own bare waist and froze for a moment. What the ... where had his shirt gone? He blinked hard, looked down at himself - nope, nothing but pants now, and those obviously straining to contain him - then up at Sarah. Crafty girl, she had half-peeled him and he hadn't even realized it. There it was, in a wad beside her shirt and ... bra ...<br/><br/>His breath slipped away from him in a long, shuddering sigh. "Oh. My ... S ..." His jaw was hanging open, but he didn't care. The sight of her long, round limbs and ripe curves had stunned him, and he knew the beauty of her naked form would stun him over and over, no matter how many times he was lucky enough to see it.<br/><br/>"So beautiful," he finally managed to husk. He kept enough civilization about him to crawl slowly up the bed, fumbling his belt undone as he went, and plant one more gentle kiss on Sarah's lips. Then the need was too strong and he was squeezing and kneading her breasts, tongue and lips and teeth plying first one nipple, then the other.