I blinked up at him, my heart fluttering at his admission. I shouldn’t be so pleased to know he was concerned about my welfare, but I couldn’t help the overwhelming sensation of pleasure. Then I realized what he intended. “Wait. You want me to ride on top of your dragon?” He erased the small space between us, those golden eyes glittering in the semidarkness. “Yes, Malina. I want you to ride my dragon.”
