"Well, that's what locks on doors are for," she pointed out dryly. "And some people think the danger spices it that much more." But she grabbed his wrist as it worked her suit's zipper low, her fingers looking thinner compared to his arm, and tipped his chin to stop his kissing and look up at her. She knew she was flushed and excited, and she wanted him, but her expression was firm. "Would you be more comfortable if we went elsewhere?"