He pulled the zipper of her top down, revealing her br**sts. “Yes."
"Then the answer is yes."
"Good.” He slid her top off and shucked off his own shirt. “I wasn't going to accept any other answer, anyway."
"You promised to shut up."
"And make love to you,” he agreed. He took her face between his hands and kissed her carefully, but oh-so wonderfully. “It's a promise I intend to keep every single day, for the rest of our lives."
"Then shut up and get down to it,” she teased.
He did—and proved just how well a clever man could get around bruises.