Trisha never considered herself brazen in the bedroom. She didn't do things like drop a towel to expose herself and demand a man take her. She wasn't a prude, but she wasn't very adventurous either. Sure, she usually enjoyed s*x, but with the few partners she'd had, she spent more energy trying to please them than letting go herself. It was too difficult to shut her brain off and enjoy the ride.
Immediately, she knew it wouldn't be like that with Nick. As he strode toward her, the steely determination in his green eyes had heat pooling between her legs. It was intense. He belonged on the cover of some smoldering romance novel, not here with a farm girl who--
"God, you're beautiful," he uttered seconds before claiming her mouth.
Well, okay. Never mind.
Her eyes fluttered closed, locking
