The Millionaire's Secret Wish by Leanne Banks

she’d tossed in bed for more than an hour, then given up. She should be tired. She’d certainly had a doozy of an evening.
    Even though she’d defended him, Dylan was justified in being angry with her. It was none of her business if he and his half siblings wasted their entire lives avoiding each other. Dylan was more than man enough to defend himself. She had the sense that he’d protected her more than once during her growing-up years.
    Upset by her thoughts, she pushed open the French doors to the balcony and walked outside into the warm night air. Closing her eyes, she lifted her face and bathed in the gentle light of the moon. She wondered when she would sleep through the night again. If she wasn’t dreaming of Dylan, she was pushing her brain for more information on her past.
    Why did she care so much for him, when he set solid boundaries against her? She wondered if he’d been a quasibrother figure for her, but then remembered they’d been teenage sweethearts. She wondered if they’d been lovers. Her skin heated with the possibility. That might explain the connection she felt with him.
    A delicious breeze stirred the air. Alisa savored it, and a decadent thought flitted across her mind. The breeze whispered over her again, and she wished she could feel the air over her body, her bare body.
    Frustration bubbled in her throat and she walked to the outer wall of the balcony, lifting her head to the breeze. Alisa suspected she’d been modest before. Certainly she wasn’t the kind of woman to strip off her clothes on a balcony just to feel the breeze. But perhaps, she thought, she’d secretly wanted to do that. She wondered if beneath her white-bread exterior beat a passionate, adventurous heart.
     
    Standing in the darkness of his room, Dylan watched her glance from side to side, then he held his breath as she lifted the straps of her gown and slid the silky garment down her body. She didn’t know he watched her, and he had the vague feeling of being a voyeur, but he couldn’t have turned away if he’d tried.
    The moonlight poured over her curves like cream. She lifted her hair off the back of her neck, causing her back to arch and her breasts to thrust forward, the tips like berries. The balcony wall hid her lower body from his sight, but Dylan remembered. He remembered a night when he’d burned and made her burn, too.
    She’d danced with him at the fraternity party. There’d been plenty of beer available, but he and Alisa had been getting drunk on each other. After rediscovering each other, they’d spent every available moment together. That night, when they’d danced, they’d chosen a dark spot near the corner of the room and rubbed their bodies against each other.
    He had seemed unable to stop kissing her, and she hadn’t seemed to want him to stop. He’d been so hard he’d been aching with it. He’d taken her away from the party to a secluded area off campus where they’d necked on a blanket with the stars shining around them.
    Dylan hadn’t spent much time looking at the stars. He’d been too hungry for Alisa. Even now he could remember the sounds of their breaths in the fall night air. He’d touched her breasts, and her soft moan had driven him crazy. Tugging her blouse loose, he’d inhaled the sweet scent between her breasts and kissed the creamy tips. When he’d felt her shudder, he’d taken a deep breath.
    “I can’t get close enough,” he’d said. “But you’re probably freezing.”
    “I’m not cold at all,” she’d told him, lifting her hand to his cheek. “I can’t get close enough to you, either.”
    He’d pulled off his shirt and pressed his chest against her breasts. The sensation was indescribable.He’d known she was inexperienced, but he’d felt as if he’d wanted her for a lifetime. Being with Alisa made him feel safe. Being inside her would make him whole. He kissed her again and slid his hand beneath her skirt and panties to find her wet with arousal. He