flames until he took his lips and hands from her and she sat shivering astride his hips.
Dylan stood in the hot, light filled room wondering if Carolina still knew he existed. When he'd touched her she'd given no sign that she'd felt his hand or any acknowledgment that he'd discovered she'd been sexually excited by the exchange with Patrick. Hell even he'd gone rock hard and aching at the passing of light and energy between them. Never in his life had he felt so connected, absolutely aroused, as he had when he'd seen Carolina give to Patrick. Now he was left with an almost unbearable hunger. She was more than he could have ever expected, all that he needed. With his hand still throbbing from her heated fluid that had dried leaving behind a softly perfumed, silvery, shimmering essence, Dylan silently approached them.
Carolina felt Dylan's strong calloused hands