Fallon's Fall by Jordan Summers Page A

said. “I never touched you.”
    Dora glanced down and realized she was still fully dressed. He was right. He hadn’t touched her. She was not disappointed. It was a relief to know that Fallon hadn’t bothered to try anything. Truly. Except it didn’t feel like relief.
    Fallon rolled off the pallet. Unconcerned by his nudity, he slowly walked across to the cleanser unit. His right thigh still held the scar he’d gotten from a tibbar bite. Dora recognized the mark instantly. She’d tended the wound herself. Why hadn’t he gotten it removed? It was an easy procedure these days.
    Seeing it again brought back the day he’d helped her catch an injured family of tibbars. He’d looked so cute with cuts on his face and hands, his pockets stuffed with wiggling tibbars.
    The last time she’d seen his legs, they’d been impressive, but they hadn’t been corded with muscle. As for the rest of him, Dora had only caught a glimpse before their fathers put an end to their interlude. She obviously hadn’t gotten a good look at him because the sight of him now would be forever burned in her mind. She’d never seen such naked beauty.
    “W-where are your clothes?” she stuttered.
    Fallon glanced back at her and grinned. “I sleep naked.”
    Of course he did.
    Her gaze dropped of its own volition. He was magnificent. How could she have confused him with Cooper? They were nothing alike. Where Cooper was soft from years spent working aboard a ship, every inch of Fallon’s enhanced body was hard. Especially his…
    She tore her gaze away, but in her mind Dora still saw him. Saw every thick inch .
    What would it feel like to have that hard flesh inside her, riding her? Dora squeezed her thighs together, but that only made the ache worse. Goddess help her, she wanted him—if only for a night.
    Fallon chuckled. “You don’t look so good,” he said. “Can I get you anything ?” He gripped his shaft and stroked once.
    Her eyes followed his movements. “I’m fine,” Dora croaked, her throat suddenly dry.
    Even if Fallon hadn’t caught her leering at his cock, Dora’s flushed cheeks and staggered breathing told him that she was far from fine. Oh, his Dora might claim she didn’t want him, but her hard nipples made her a liar.
    Why deny them both?
    “I’m going to rinse off,” Fallon said. “You’re welcome to join me and finish what you started. If you ask nicely, I’ll return the favor.” He licked his lips. Just the thought of burying his tongue between her legs left him ravenous.
    Dora glared at him. “No thanks!”
    “Suit yourself,” he said nonchalantly, feeling anything but. “You know where I’ll be if you change your mind.”
    Fallon could still feel her soft kisses on his abdomen and her warm hand wrapped around him. He’d nearly embarrassed himself when she had squeezed. He stepped into the cleanser. Dora turned her back to him, but not before he saw the desire in her stormy eyes.
    He wanted her to watch, wanted her to be in as much pain as he was in. Fallon made a lot of noise in a bid to catch her attention. Dora glanced over her shoulder. He took that moment to step under the spray. Fallon tilted his head back, watching from beneath his lashes. From this angle, he could tell that his plan was working. She’d turned to face the cleanser. Her curiosity had always been insatiable.
    Fallon bit back a smile and grabbed a handful of cleaning pellets. The balls instantly bubbled when the chemical spray hit them. He rubbed the suds over his body, taking care to linger on his chest and arms. He’d caught her admiring them earlier. His hand dropped lower, skating over his abdomen. Dora’s eyes widen, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she bit her bottom lip.
    She was killing him.
    He took a deep breath, then grasped himself. The pressure felt amazing, but it was nothing compared to having her hand on him. Dora’s breathing deepened and her gaze jumped to his face. Fallon kept still. He didn’t want to