Bennett had kissed other women, and none of them compared to Jennie. It was as if she’d been made for him to kiss, and no one else would do. She leaned into him and kissed him back with as much passion as he felt coursing through his body. He couldn’t get her close enough, couldn’t kiss her long enough.
When he finally pulled away, the temperature in the wood shop could never be cooled by the weak air pumping out of the swamp cooler. He opened his eyes and looked into Jennie’s light ones to find happiness there.
“Wow,” she said.
“That good, huh?” He grinned down at her.
She playfully slapped his chest as she giggled. “It’s just…better than I remember.”
“We were seventeen before,” he said, skating his lips across her cheek to her earlobe. She pressed into his touch, and Bennett’s ideas
