QUOTE : You’re looking down the front of my dress, aren’t you?” she murmured, setting down the frosting-coated knife.<br /><br />“Certainly not. I am helping you with the cake.”<br /><br />Amusement rose in her chest. “Liar.”<br /><br />She felt him smile against her hair. “If you are going to deprive me of a wedding night, you shouldn’t begrudge me a little peek at your br**sts. And if you didn’t want me to look at them, you shouldn’t have worn such a low-cut gown.