Cooper let out a low rumble somewhere between a purr and a growl, arms tightening around Sarah's waist. He leaned in until his lips brushed her earlobe, then gave one slow tip of his own hips, pushing himself more firmly against her. "Like a log," he whispered. "See?"<br/><br/><em>Oh, jeez, that was terrible.</em>However sophomoric the pun had been, Sarah didn't seem to mind. He tipped his head toward the tray, but kept his hands right where they were.<br/><br/>"A little of everything," he said. "Caffeine, alcohol, starch and fruit. All the vacation food groups." Breakfast was suddenly the last thing on his mind, though - or at least food was. He locked eyes with Sarah and trailed the fingers of one hand up and down her spine.<br/><br/>"Thing is, I seem to need a change of clothes all of a sudden. Or to get out of these, anyway." Cooper licked his lips and cast a furtive glance around the pool deck. Still no one in sight. A quick dash back down the hall and they could make a clean getaway. But then, maybe getting a little dirty wouldn't be such a bad idea either. Standing next to a couple of the tables were were huge parasols. More than big enough to hide, say, a chaise lounge from a casual glance...<br/><br/>"Why don't you sit down," he husked in Sarah's ear. "I'll drag us over some cover."