His teeth grazed her tongue, his mouth sucking on it as she pulled back from him. He excited her, made her feel alive. All the crap that was her life melted away, all that mattered was Joel and he was perfect. Her perfect mate. Setting her down on the bed, he knelt on the floor before her. She was sure his hands trembled as they reached for her zip and pulled it down, her breasts bursting out of her tight leather catsuit. Sighing contentedly, obviously happy with what he saw, he knelt higher, placing his hands on her leathers and slipping them off her shoulders, at the same time kissing her breasts where they swelled over her bra. Mia wriggled, trying to help him get her clothes off, as impatient as him for her to be naked. “Stand up,” he ordered, and she did, although her knees felt weak. Joel pushed her catsuit right down over her thighs and realised he had to take her boots off. He placed his hand on her hips to support her and helped her step out of her boots, followed by the rest of her clothes.
