“Dillon—”
He slipped lower and kissed her again, his mouth open and loving. She almost swooned when she felt his tongue—separating, searching, finding, tickling, stroking—while his hands massaged the backs of her thighs just below her buttocks.
The roaring in her ears returned. Her heart rate accelerated. A rosy blush spread upward from her pubis to her taut nipples.
It was about to happen again. She wanted it. And yet…
“No.” She tried to draw away from him. “Dillon, no. Stop.”
Having heard the key word, he released her, but looked befuddled and anxious. “For God’s sake, why?”
“I want you inside me.”
She peeled back his briefs and lowered herself over the tip of his penis, which was already moist from its glistening emission.
“No, Jade, let me—”
“Let me!” she said emphatically. The first rhythmic contractions were already seizing her when she took the smooth head of his organ between the protective folds of her sex. Her body pulsed around it.
He moaned something profane and placed his hands on the tops of her thighs. He brushed his fingers through the damp cluster of curls and pressed the distended little kernel of flesh beneath their apex.
Jade called his name as her climax rocketed through her. She impaled herself on him, then collapsed on top of his chest while the spirals of sensation continued to curl through her. Dillon wrapped his arms around her slender body. He needed nothing more than penetration to make him come.
The walls of the candlelit bedroom echoed soft cries of gladness, whimpers of gratification, and, eventually, sighs of repletion.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
The mood in the hospital room was sepulchral.
The doctor standing at the foot of the bed no longer kept his pessimism concealed. Looking first at his patient, then at the patient’s wife, he said, “I’m sorry. We’ve done all we can.”
For several moments after he left, neither said anything. Finally, Hutch turned his head on the pillow. He reached for Donna Dee’s hand. “Well, I guess that’s that.”
“No.” Her small, pointed face screwed up as she struggled to hold back tears. “That new antirejection drug might work.”
“You heard what he said, Donna Dee.”
“He said it was experimental and that he’s not very optimistic. I heard every word. That doesn’t mean I believe it. I refuse to believe it.”
“You always have had a knack for refusing to believe what you don’t want to.” Wearily, Hutch closed his eyes.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He lay there, saying nothing. She gave his hand a tug. “Hutch?”
He opened his eyes, though the effort obviously taxed his diminishing strength. His voice was faint. “You never wanted to believe what really happened with Jade.”
“Jade?”
“We raped her, Donna Dee. Just like she said.”
She tried to pull her hand away, but he gripped it with surprising tenacity for a dying man. Donna Dee was frantic to change the subject. “You’ve got more important things to worry about than something that happened fifteen years ago, Hutch.”
“I’ve got an eternity in hell to worry about. I raped her. And helped prod Gary Parker into killing himself.”
“Hutch, that doctor has depressed you. You’re talking crazy. Now hush!”
“Stop lying to yourself, Donna Dee!” he wheezed. “I’m guilty as sin. We all are.”
“Jade provoked you into it, Hutch. I know she did.”