Fallon's Fall by Jordan Summers Page B

give any indication that he was watching her. He stroked himself again, taking care to linger on the bulbous head of his shaft before reversing direction.
    Drawn by the movement, Dora’s gaze dropped and she wet her lips.
    Fallon tightened his grip and thrust forward, driving himself through his clenched fist. The added pressure coupled with her undivided attention left him panting, but he couldn’t stop now. He wanted Dora to want him. Wanted her to crave him like he craved her. Fallon rested one hand against the clear wall and picked up speed. His head dropped as fire scorched his insides.
    He could see Dora through the wet strands of his lashes. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs. No doubt trying to ease the ache. All she had to do was ask and he’d ease it for her, but she had always been stubborn. Fallon felt his sac rise. He wouldn’t last much longer—not with her eyes devouring him. He looked up suddenly, trapping Dora’s gaze. The moment of torment stretched between them, then his body erupted.
    When he was done spilling his seed, Fallon turned away from her. He could no longer face her. Her heated gaze had sandblasted the layers of time away, leaving him raw and exposed. She’d looked at him like he was the Horned Morean she used to know, not some genetically altered smuggler. The piercing truth he’d seen in her gray gaze left him shaken. It took a few minutes for Fallon to pull himself together and finish cleaning up.
    Dora couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Her lust-filled brain wouldn’t allow anything beyond sensation. She’d always wondered what Fallon would look like without clothes, but seeing him pleasure himself left her shattered and in desperate need. His decisive movements had mesmerized her. At one point, she’d wanted to push his hand aside and drop to her knees in front of him. Dora knew what that velvety flesh felt like. She’d come inches away from tasting it, tasting him.
    What would he do if she walked over and sucked him into her mouth?
    She swallowed hard and clutched the pallet. It was only way to keep herself from acting upon the thought. Dora had expected Fallon to pressure her, instead he’d settled for sensual torture. And like everything he did, he was good at it.
    Between the hard muscles and the wetness, Dora was going up in flames. She’d found Fallon attractive when she was a teen, but now…he was a force to reckon with.
    A steady throb emanated from between her thighs. Her fingers itched to touch herself, to ease the constant ache, but Dora knew if she did, Fallon would be on her instantly. And she’d have no strength to turn him away. She wouldn’t want to.
    Seeing him like this let her know exactly what she was missing. She stared at the wet wall of green muscle that shifted every time he moved. Dora wanted to lick every inch of it, every inch of him. He’d gotten so much better over time.
    Her gaze dropped and a wave of desire struck. Fallon may have just spent himself, but his long, thick shaft still twitched, threatening to rise once more.
    You must resist him.
    Except resistance seemed to be the last thing on her mind.
    He kidnapped you .
    The reminder made some of her lust fade, but not all. Dora continued to stare. She couldn’t tear her gaze away. She’d always had fantasies about this, about him. The reality had crushed them all. How was she going to be able to forget this? Forget him?
    Fallon stepped out of the cleanser and grabbed a cloth. He slowly dried the moisture off his skin, but never bothered to cover himself. He must’ve felt her gaze upon him because he glanced up and smiled at her. Dora’s heart kicked, then sped.
    “I took care of my little problem this time,” he said. “Next time you’ll have to finish what you started.”
    Despite her resolve to keep her distance, Dora was thrilled that there’d be a next time. She was so screwed.

Chapter 7
    H is orgasm had taken some of the pressure off Fallon, but not nearly enough. He