Silently she told them she would and their voices floated away as the air calmed. Still holding the necklace, feeling its warmth and energy she exclaimed blissfully, “It's lovely.”
Taking the necklace from her, he instructed, “Turn around.” He waited while she swiveled and lifted her heavy fall of hair. Sliding the V-shaped necklace with its large central teardrop stone against her smooth skin he fastened the platinum safety clasp at the base of her neck then began kissing his way down her back.
Hearing the door swing open, then approaching footsteps she giggled and tried squirming away saying, “Dylan, behave yourself.” She attempted to turn but his strong body blocked her movements.
Keeping her captive in the boundary of his arms he nuzzled her neck, trapped her earlobe with his teeth, whispering, “Honey, turn around, your other gifts are here.”
Carolina did as he