The Millionaire's Secret Wish by Leanne Banks Page A

stroked the petals of her femininity and prepared her by sliding his finger inside her.
    Her hands were restless over his chest and shoulders. He guided them down to where he ached. He opened his jeans for her and she fondled him with an awkward tenderness that made him feel as if he would burst.
    His urgency drove him. He slid her skirt down, and her skin was pale in the moonlight, her thighs creamy in invitation.
    She looked at him, her gaze full of passion and a tinge of apprehension he could tell she was trying to hide. “I’ve never—”
    He covered her lips with his fingers. “I know,” he said. “I’ll protect you,” he promised, and he had.
    He thrust inside her and caught her gasp with his lips. She felt like wet velvet surrounding him, milking him. He looked into her eyes of pure love, and Dylan had known where he belonged.
    Dylan’s body pulsed with the memory of making love to Alisa. He watched her touch her bare arm and the top of her breast. His mouth went dry. His heart tightened in his chest at the memory of how she’d gone into battle for him tonight. He had lost so much when he’d lost her all those years ago, far more thanhe ever would have imagined. Even if he had her back for a while, she would eventually leave him again when she regained her memory. Dylan had learned the hard way that nothing lasts forever. This was no different.
     
    The following morning, Alisa rode to her apartment with Dylan again. After an hour of prowling around her apartment, however, she grew restless. In her datebook she’d seen a notation for Granger one afternoon every week. Her doctor hadn’t released her yet to drive, so she called a taxi and followed her nose to Granger.
    She felt totally at ease with the layout of Granger and easily remembered the location of the cafeteria and the cottage where she’d spent her childhood years. She saw a group of boys playing baseball and remembered taking her own turn at bat. In many of her childhood memories Dylan’s presence was woven like a strong bright-red thread in a tapestry.
    She even remembered why she’d visited Granger once a week before the clerk in the office reminded her. “Sorry I’m late, Ms. Henderson,” Alisa said, so pleased she’d remembered the woman’s name without a prompt she could have wept.
    Gladys Henderson glanced up from her desk and gave a cry of delight. She swept around the counter with surprising speed for her girth and gave Alisa a big hug. “What a sight for sore eyes! We’ve been worried about you. I visited you in the hospital thatfirst week, but you were out of it.” She lifted Alisa’s arms to the sides and surveyed her. “You look beautiful. How’s your brain, sweetheart?”
    Alisa laughed at the woman’s warmth and bluntness. “I have some gaps, but I remember how to read, and I remember that Robbie and I were working on The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by C. S. Lewis.”
    Ms. Henderson smiled. “Then you’re doing pretty good. He missed you something terrible. Let me see if I can find him,” she said, heading back for the phone. She called the dorm manager and told him to send Robbie to the office. Alisa chatted with Ms. Henderson while they waited.
    Robbie, a thin, young-looking ten-year-old, walked into the office with an expectant expression on his face. As soon as he saw Alisa, he smiled, revealing a missing tooth.
    “Robbie!” she said, rushing toward him and embracing him. “One of your teeth is gone.”
    “It finally fell out,” he said. “Two years later than everyone else. How is your head? They told me you hurt it very bad.”
    Alisa nodded. “I did, but I’m much better now. How much reading have you been doing?”
    Robbie stuffed his hands in his pockets and shifted from foot to foot. “I read a whole chapter, but it was hard.”
    Alisa smiled. “Would you like to start reading together again?”
    His face lit up. “Oh, yeah. It’s a lot more fun with you.”
    “Next week. Wednesday at