If I'd Only Known (Milan Women Series Book 1) Read Free

been on the road for the past eight
months, but out of sight didn’t mean you weren’t on my mind. I’m home for a
minute now,” he said, excited to taste her luscious lips.
    “Why
didn’t you warn me? I could have prepared dinner for you.”
    Barrington
loved that Perri made him a welcome dinner whenever he came home from a long
tour on the road; it meant she cared. But he wanted to surprise her and cook
for her this time. “Because I knew you’d slave away at a hot stove all day, and
honestly, baby, I just wanted to chill with you a couple hours before we eat.”
    “You
just wanna get me on my back.” She chuckled when he laughed out loud.
    “You
are not right, girl.” He loved her sense of humor. “Why do you always say
that?”
    “Because
you never know what to say when I knock you off your game,” she teased.
    Knowing
it was pointless allowing his mind to rest in that area since they’d yet to
have their first sexual encounter, he chuckled and changed the subject. “Did I
catch you at a bad time?”
    “No,
you’re fine. I’m just sitting around sketching.”
    “Is
that right?” he drawled.
    Perri
smiled into the phone envisioning his golden tan face with a head full of
beautiful golden blonde curls that she was now dying to sift her fingers
through. “That’s right,” she said dreamily.
    “What
were you sketching?” It dawned on him this part of her life she didn’t share
with him.
    Perri
glanced down at her paper. Every detail of his face was picture perfect. She looked
around like someone could really see her. “Just some images floating around in
my head.” There was a knock on the door. She wasn’t expecting anyone. “Can you
hold on for a sec, please?”
    “Don’t
leave me hanging too long,” he said playfully.
    Perri
ran down the hallway to the door anxious to get rid of whoever it was; it
didn’t matter because they wouldn’t be staying. She was more than a tad put out
that someone, anyone dared to infringe on the little precious time she had with
her man. Oh, yes, someone was about two feet away from receiving a royal
cussing out. Not bothering to check the peephole, she snatched the door open,
catching a glimpse of her unexpected visitor as a surprised gasp escaped her. She
gazed up to Barrington’s six-four inch muscle-bound frame, itching to run her
fingers through his feathery soft golden blonde locks as her eyes came to rest
on his gorgeous yellow-green orbs.
    Letting
his eyes drink in Perri’s five-six inch hour-glass form, Barrington
instinctively reached out to tuck a stray brown curl behind her ear, allowing
his eager fingers to linger on her deliciously rich honey brown face. Chuckling
at his baby’s shell shocked expression in her expressive chocolate brown eyes, Barrington
rushed in, taking her in his arms. Without further ado, or even a chance for
her to make a move, he kissed her once . . . twice . . . deepening the kiss the
third time.
    Perri
was lost inside his kiss; her body feeling warm and tingly. She moaned in his
mouth as he used his skillful, probing tongue to retrace the path inside her
mouth that he’d claimed for himself the first time they’d ever kissed on that
beautiful snowcapped mountain he’d surprised her with a trip to, over a year
and a half ago, when they decided to move their relationship from the friend
zone into the dating scene, where they’d both been actively pursuing their
perspective roles in each other’s lives ever since.
    This
kiss was like none other she'd ever experienced, except for with this special
and unique man. Perri tried to catch her breath between kisses only to find it
was a hopeless feat trying to steady her flush body under the bone thrilling
assault of his potent and wonderful fingertips as his warm hands began to roam
over her body as if he knew by heart every secret about each and every crevice
his fingertips delved deep into. Perri couldn't do a thing but stand there and
take it as his mouth found its way