He captures my mouth with his and kisses me until I forget what we were talking about.
Too soon, he leans back. “I sealed the deal with the Justice for Women Project.”
“No shit?” My heart skips, and I hook my arms and legs around him in a full-body hug. “You really did?”
“I did.”
The deal gives his school a wider reach. He raises money for Justice for Women, and they refer victims of abuse to him as part of their recovery. It’s a huge win-win for all parties involved, and he pulled it off in a matter of months.
I stare up at him, awe-struck. “Look at you, getting ahead in the world. What’s your secret?”
“You.”
“No way. I don’t get credit for any of this.”
“You inspire me.” He brushes an errant strand of hair from my face. “You inspired me to start a school for women. You inspire me to dream dreams. You inspire me to chase you until the end of time. You sweeten every effort and make every misstep an incentive to work harder.”
My chest fills with a soul-deep breath. “Decker…”
“I live for you, Laynee. For your smile.” He kisses my mouth. “For your body.” He nuzzles my cleavage.
I laugh, squirming beneath his nipping teeth. “You live for rigorous, mutually-pleasurable, savage sex.”
“With you.” He touches his forehead to mine. “You, among all, will always be my favorite incentive.”