"Absolutely," Cooper said. "Enough with the qualifying heats."<br/><br/>As he spoke he had been half crouching, knees bending to lower himself until he could glide his lips along Sarah's collarbone. Just at the hollow of her throat he paused to kiss her, lightly, and then ... Some signal had been given, as if that single soft thud of her pulse pounding in her throat had been a gunshot. Coop surged toward her like a roadster bursting away from the starting line of a drag race. Both hands were on her, each filled with as much breast as they could engulf, kneading and squeezing as he kissed her neck and shoulders over and over with almost savage energy.