Cooper let out a long, slow breath. Though his hands stayed right where they were, his face dropped little by little until less than a finger's breadth separated the tip of his nose from Sarah's.<br/><br/>"Tsk. And you did such a good job, too ... You're right, I owe you one. Maybe two." And just then, just for an instant, he stopped concentrating on being polite, or reassuring, or even civilized. The look that flashed across his face revealed all the heat of his desire, the elemental hunger for the  touch and taste of her body that was blazing within him.<br/><br/>But only for an instant. Then he set a precise peck on the tip of her nose and gave a crooked smile. "Best get to work." One hand remained against the shower wall, supporting him, while the back of the other stroked Sarah's cheek, and throat, and on down around the ripe curve of one breast and farther still.