He flipped the radio switch and climbed the stairs to the upper landing. Margaret's door was slightly ajar. "That you, Matt?"
"The old pirate himself." He pushed the door open.
Margaret was standing near her bed, freshly bathed and completely naked. "I changed my mind," she said, thickly.
"Margaret ..."
"No. Don't talk." She had her arms around him, her mouth against his lips. The pine salts of her bath and the sharp perfume in her hair and behind her ears choked in Hall's throat.
"You're biting my lips," she said.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed while she undid the buttons of his shirt with closed eyes and steady fingers. "I knew you were a pirate," she smiled.
Hall kicked his shoes off, drew the blinds.
"Are you surprised?" she asked.
He locked the door and joined Margaret. "Don't talk," he said. "You kiss too well to talk in bed."