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truly, if I knew what I did to upset you, Miss Branson, I would do anything in my power to make it up to you.”
    She wasn’t sure if his innocence was an act, but if he really didn’t know why she was offended, he was about to find out. “Look, it’s no secret that I’m a big girl. Always have been, probably always will be.”
    The look on his face became even more confused, and Abby groaned in frustration. “Are you really that dense? Women like me get offended when men like you treat us differently than the emaciated model-types you tend to date. To answer your question from the restaurant: plus-size women are motivated by the same kinds of things as skinny girls. Things like career, family, passion, love.”
    “Is that what this misunderstanding is about?” he said, looking dumbfounded. “Your size?”
    “Of course,” Abby responded with a huff. Stephen laughed, which wasn’t the response she expected.
    “Your shapely body,” he said, looking her up and down with a drunken leer that left her feeling warm and tingly, “had nothing to do with my question about motivation.” He took several weaving steps in her direction and she uncrossed her arms, her modesty temporarily forgotten.
    “It didn’t?” she asked.
    “No, it did not. But since you brought it up, I would like to say that, for the record, I find your curves to be rather beguiling, Miss Branson.”
    “You do?” Abby whispered.
    He nodded, close enough now to reach out and encircle one of her large, firm breasts with his fingertips before trailing lightly down her belly and settling on her hip. Then, with one swift motion, his arm snaked around her waist and he pulled her tight against his body.
    “Oh!” Abby gasped.
    “I most certainly do,” he responded, his voice low, deep, and very, very sexy. He slid his hand down and around her bottom, cupping her cheek in his palm and pulling her toward his rather obvious erection. “In fact, I find your curves more tempting than is proper.”
    Abby leaned into him fully, feeling his entire length press against her belly as her taut nipples skimmed his chest. “As you’ve probably figured out by now, Mr. Blake, I’m the kind of girl who doesn’t always do what’s proper.”
    “That’s what prompted me to ask my question about motivation, Miss Branson. By women like you, I was referring to bold, vivacious, spontaneous women.”
    “Oh,” Abby said, feeling very foolish. “I thought...well, you know what I thought.”
    “Indeed I do,” Mr. Blake said, pulling Abby tighter still. “Would you like to know what I thought when I saw you in the tasting room?”
    Abby was trembling. “Y-y-yes.”
    “I thought you were stunning.”
    “Stunning? Me?”
    “Oh yes. I was quite taken by how your soft, blonde hair caressed your shoulders and how your sparkling blue eyes danced with mischief. And your lips...”
    “What about them?” Abby asked with a soft sigh.
    “From the moment I saw your luscious, pink lips taste my dessert, I’ve wanted to taste them in return.” Stephen reached out and traced Abby’s mouth with his fingertip, slowly, seductively. “You have enticing lips, Miss Branson. Plump, succulent, and very kissable lips.”
    “You really think so?”
    With a sly grin, Stephen nodded as he brought his lips down on hers. Kissing her softly at first, he used his tongue to trace the path his finger took before slipping it inside her mouth to taste her fully, passionately.
    Abby had been kissed by a handful of guys over the years, but none of them had devoured her mouth like Stephen. Closing her eyes, she moaned against his lips, responding without reservation, giving and taking with abandon.
    When he slid a hand beneath her top and cupped her bare breast, she nearly swooned from the exquisite pleasure of flesh on flesh. And when she felt his hardness swell against her belly, a single thought surfaced through her haze of desire.
    Ohmygod! I need to shave my legs.
    With her lips locked