Free Dragon's Melody by Ophelia Bell Page B

Magnus’s approval?” she asked, hoping her question would invite his gaze to sweep over her again. The only thing she’d like more would be for him to actually touch her. She only abstractly wondered why she was so lit up by his mere presence. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he’d drugged her.
    “Even better,” he said, “but it isn’t Kol you need to impress today. It’s me, and then my boss.”
    “What’s your name?” she asked, sliding her legs together and enjoying the way his gaze fixated on the bare skin of her thighs just below the short hem of her dress. His hands clenched at his sides and his tongue darted out to sweep along his bottom lip. He seemed almost as mesmerized by her as she was by him.
    “Garen.” He seemed disinclined to raise his eyes back to hers, but did, his posture relaxing again when he met her gaze.
    “Who do you work for if it isn’t Kol?”
    Garen stepped closer to her. “His name is Skye,” he said in an almost off-handed tone. With the most delicate touch he brushed her hair back, hooking it behind her ear. The fingertip continued in a light trail down the side of her neck and his eyes followed, leaving a delicious tingle in their wake that spread through her like wildfire until the flesh between her thighs ached with arousal.
    “Tell me, Melody, do you always go braless like this?” His touch continued across her collarbone to the tiny dip at the base of her throat, then headed south, down her sternum, his eyes following the path just as slowly.
    The combination of his electric fingertips and the path his eyes took made her wish for a bolder touch, but she was paralyzed to react. She merely said, “Only in the heat. The dampness gets uncomfortable.”
    “Oh?” His gaze rose to meet hers, but his hand kept moving southward.
    Melody gasped when his other hand brushed up her inner thigh. She’d wished for bold, and it didn’t get bolder than a finger tugging her panties aside and giving her slick pussy a stroke, inciting a shuddering sigh from the exquisite contact. He dipped a little deeper into the wet heat that had nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with his proximity. Retrieving his finger, he raised his hand to his mouth, slid the glistening digit between his lips, and sucked with no more fanfare than if he’d been testing the flavor of a sauce on the stove.
    “You should lose the panties, too, if you’re uncomfortable wearing things that are too damp.”
    She was mesmerized by the comment, and his touch. Too paralyzed to move she just stared at him, wide-eyed.
    Garen laughed. The look in his eyes was playful as he squatted down before her and slid both hands under her skirt. He gripped the narrow, silky elastic that crossed each hip and tugged. She was too surprised and aroused to even react, only managing to raise each foot at his urging so he could remove her panties completely. Something in the way he moved, with such confidence and grace for a man so big, made her stomach flutter. He looked at her as though he saw some indefinable quality normal men couldn’t—like he knew her deepest secrets without her having to speak them aloud. It made her trust him implicitly, but it also turned her on like she couldn’t believe.
    Garen stood again with the light-blue silk clutched in his palm. He raised the fabric to his nose and inhaled. The gesture left her breathless, her pussy clenching and pulsing with the need to be touched again, to be filled with whatever frighteningly large tool he had threatening to rip through the front of his trousers.
    “You look lightheaded, are you all right?”
    “Wh-why …?” was all she could get out.
    “Just consider it a phased interview. I’m here to assess your qualifications. If I approve, then I’ll take you to meet Skye to see if you’ll be a compatible … employee. Don’t worry, Melody, you’re doing just fine so far. Spectacular, as a matter of fact.”
    This was part of the interview