““You're not mad at me?" she asked. He leaned to the side and placed a lingering kiss on her neck. "If I pretended I was, would you make it up to me?" Another kiss landed on the sensitive skin of her collarbone, testing the edges of the coveralls. "Um," Jenna stammered. "No." "No?" He leveled his eyes with hers. They sparkled with amusement. She tried to think, but her body had apparently decided her brain was a nonessential system and shut it down. "Yes?””
