Eh? Was that a sigh of exasperation? Cooper fought down the urge to twirl around and check the look on Sarah's face; he was pretty sure he would be wearing one of dopey anxiety, and that sure hell wouldn't do anything for her mood. Maybe he shouldn't be waiting on her cues, maybe she was looking for him to set the pace. Fair enough; time to get a little more take-charge.<br/><br/>The Trojan unwrapped, he covered up and turned back to face her. And teetered. He honest-to-god teetered, mind reeling at the sight of her curvaceous form stretched out on the bed like a vision of an idealized painter's model made flesh. Had he gasped aloud? He had no idea, and didn't much care. In an instant he had slung himself above her, nudging her bent leg to the side with his hip to let him settle between her thighs.<br/><br/>Take charge, he thought again, and reached to position the tip of his shaft. With a long, quiet moan, he began to glide inside her.