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REBECCA
Before I could question his action, he lowered his head and kissed me. I sucked in a breath with the shock of it; I'd never been kissed before and his lips were warm and soft against mine. His body, where it pressed into mine, was solid muscle, hard as rock, and warm as sin. I barely had time to even realize his action before he lifted his head. "Mr. McPherson—"
"Dash," he whispered, his eyes darker now and focused solely on my lips. "I am your husband and you may call me Dash."
He lowered his head again and this time the kiss wasn't so gentle. In fact, it was demanding. His mouth pressed against mine, then opened as his tongue licked along my lower lip. I gasped at the heat of the touch and he took the moment for his tongue to dip into my mouth. He tasted of the apple pie fr
