Free Catch by Michelle Congdon Page B

were glued to the court. And just when I thought I couldn’t fall for the girl any harder, she springs this on me. Knowing that excited me, and I struggled to control my wandering hands. I didn’t care for public displays of affection; instead, I did things in public my mother would be ashamed of if she ever found out, or if Annabelle ever forgot to check the papers first thing before letting her read them. However, the Evangeline situation was different. It wasn’t some wild action; it was intimacy. I was new to all of it and had no idea what I was doing, but at the same time had no control over it.
    After a joyful ride back to mine, knowing I’d made an impression, it was time for round two. I’d organized for Rose to stay a little longer so she could help prepare an elegant dinner. While cooking was not in Rose’s job description, occasionally she’d request to stay back and surprise me with a meal. Rose was a fantastic cook, so I knew whatever she’d planned would be outta this world. And I was not wrong. Not only had she prepared the meal, Rose had gone all out and set up the private room to look like a ‘romantic’ candlelit restaurant for two. I nearly had a heart attack, thinking Evangeline would turn around and run as soon as she saw it; it was too much too soon, and I looked desperate. But when I saw her eyes light up and a smile form, I suddenly became smug and acted as though it had all been planned out. Fuck, I could kiss the shit outta Rose. She really knew how to make me look good.
    During our delicious meal and bottle of fine red, we spoke a little about ourselves and joked about how I’d tried to claim Rose’s great culinary skills. The entire evening ran smoothly and I reveled at how easy Evangeline was to talk to. She was a breath of fresh air, challenging me in not only conversation but also my feelings. But there was something sitting in the back of my mind which bugged me. I wanted to know more about her, more about her past, but I knew it was dangerous ground. If one wrong word slipped from my mouth, I’d have ruined the entire night.
    “Can I ask you something?” I asked, as I stood behind Evangeline, pressing kisses along her shoulder to her neck. “But you have to promise not to get mad.”
    “This is so wonderful. If it’s something you know is going to make me angry or upset, please don’t ask it. Not yet. I don’t want to ruin this moment.”
    “Okay.” She had a fair point.
    I decided the answers to my questions could wait and chose to savor the rest of the evening we had instead. And savor I did.
    I pressed myself against her backside to prove just how much I wanted her. Slowly, I let my fingers wander up and under her shirt before cupping both her breasts, lifting them from her bra and then kneading them expertly with my hands.
    It didn’t take long until the little guy was up and ready for action, but I had other things on my mind first.
    “Turn around.”
    “Are we going to do it in here?”
    “Yes, why not?” I asked softly, tweaking her over-stimulated nipples.
    “Because the wall is made of glass; anyone can see right through.”
    “Afraid to give them something good to watch?”
    Her only response was a soft cry as I tweaked her nipples harder.
    I was only teasing. I’d have sex with her in a completely dark room, blindfolded, if that’s how she wanted it, but it was interesting to get a sense of whether she’d give the open window thing a go next time, because there was definitely going to be a next time.
    Without stopping what I was doing, I took a few steps to the side and reached for the remote which controlled the floor-to-ceiling glass wall. I pressed the button and the glass instantly frosted over, hindering the view of the great city.
    It was time to work my magic. As soon as our clothes were off, I spun Evangeline around and got straight to business, dropping to my knees.
    I’d made a promise earlier to make the night one Evangeline was never going