Free Never Close Enough by Anie Michaels, Krysta Drechsler, Brook Hryciw Shaded Tree Photography

delicious dinner, sipping drinks and engaging in conversation, the two of them were fully engulfed in what Ella could only describe as Dinner Table Sex.  She was finding ways to brush her hand against his, and she fe lt him gently caress her calf under the table with his foot.  The buzzing that was coursing through her body as they sought out each other’s touch was bringing her to new levels of arousal and a slow, achy knot was forming in her core.
       She stared at his gorgeous body, not bothering to hide the fact that she liked what she saw, and she knew that he was enjoying his view as well.  When did dating become this much fun?  When she and Kyle started dating everything was calculated and expected.  She knew what the next step was before she took it, and knew what her role was from the get-go.  But here, with Porter, she had no idea what she was in for, and it was thrilling.   She knew that he was sweet and thoughtful, protective with a hint of aggression when challenged, sexy, and strong.  She also knew that he felt as out of his element as she did, but he was enjoying it just as much as her, if not more.
       When their waitress came to clear their dinner plates she asked if they were interested in dessert.  Ella lo oked to Porter with raised eyebrows and he said, “I have some pretty decent cheesecake back at my place, if you want to go back there.”
       Ella’s insides seemed to implode with excitement. “I could go for some cheesecake,” she answered in a calm voiced tha t betrayed every heartbeat that raced through her veins.
       As they were walking back to Porter’s truck, Ella felt him take her hand and link their fingers together.  It was such a small gesture, but it had caused her heart to falter slightly and a smile spread across her face.  Who got this much excitement from holding hands?  Had she been missing something with every other man she’d been with?  She was starting to realize that every experience with Porter was going to be more exciting and exponentially more arousing than any other she’d had with other men.  And that was terrifying.  As they approached the truck Porter unlocked her side and opened her door for her.  He dropped her hand so she could climb in the truck and she ached for the warmth he took with him.  She turned to face him and before she could think too much about it, she rose up and lightly touched her lips to his.  She kissed him softly and she felt him respond to her mouth with his.  It lasted only a few seconds before she pulled away.   She opened her eyes to look up at him, “Thank you for dinner, Porter.  It was so beautiful.”
       He answered her by leaning down to take another kiss.  His lips met with hers and his hand came to cradle the side of her face.  This kiss was sweet and effective ly made her forget everything except the feeling of his lips on hers.  She felt him ask to deepen the kiss and it was all she could do to remember to breathe.  He now had both hands on her, pulling her into the kiss, caging her in, and she loved it.  Their tongues were flirting with each other and when she instinctively nibbled on his lower lip she heard a masculine groan escape from him.  He pushed her back up against his truck as he took the kiss even deeper.
       She reached her hands around his waist and up his back.  She could feel all the hard muscle she’d known was there.  He continued to kiss her senseless and she realized that even though she had started this, she was no longer in control.  They were all hands and staggered breaths.
       He broke away from her mouth and spread kisses from just behind her ear, down the side of her neck and she melted.  If he hadn’t been holding on to her, she would have crumpled to the ground.  “Porter,” she breathed quietly, “this is crazy.”
       “You’re bare neck has bee n torturing me all night,” he said between kisses.
       The idea that he had been thinking about