Skin Deep by Katie Blu Page A

over his head.
    He wormed out of it as she pulled, then grabbing her hips, he scooted backward off the couch.
    “Where’re you going?” she asked propping herself up on her elbows.
    “Nowhere.”
    He pushed up her top and nuzzled her belly. Erin inhaled sharply, watching him unbuckle and loosen her jeans. He tugged at them hard enough that she laughed and dug her fingers into the couch.
    “Lift your hips.”
    She did as he asked and he stripped her jeans off her legs. She mentally cheered herself for shaving and changing into some pretty underwear that morning. She’d hoped this would happen, but she hadn’t been sure how he’d play it. Fortunately for her, Hotch was all man, complete with a deep-seated craving for sex.
    Hotch kissed her belly button, pulling her decorative piercing into his mouth for a gentle tug while his tongue teased the tiny “o” it adorned. Erin shivered. She sifted her fingers through his hair. Her pussy pulled deep, a slow ache beginning to build and burn between her legs.
    He moved lower, nudging her legs farther open. His tongue tracked the crease between her thigh and her panty line. Moisture seeped from her. They hadn’t done anything like this before. Their two previous encounters had been rough and urgent. She didn’t know what to make of this leisurely sampling.
    When he covered her cunt with his open mouth and breathed hot air onto her through the satin, Erin gave up trying to categorize it. She moaned, her head falling back as she closed her eyes, wanting to absorb every detail of his seduction.
    She heard a soft snick , followed by the touch of thin cold metal at her hip. She caught her bottom lip beneath her teeth when he sawed through her panties at first one side, then the other. Hotch peeled back the material.
    “There we go,” he murmured appreciatively.
    Every nerve waited for his first touch. His lips brushed her pussy, kissing her. He suckled one side into his mouth, his tongue flickering against her heated flesh. He repeated the kiss to the other side and then dipped his tongue at the very top where her labia joined.
    Erin squirmed. Her fingers tightened in his hair.
    “Not yet, baby. I’m still getting to know you,” he whispered. His finger touched her lower, swiping upward. “So wet.”
    She cracked her eyelids to see him bring the tip of his finger to his mouth, run the moisture over his full bottom lip, and then lick it off. Erin whimpered. She wanted to kick herself for the pathetic sound, but it seemed to be exactly what he’d been hoping for. He smiled wickedly, then all at once, Hotch thumbed open her folds as far as he could and ate at her like a starving man.
    Her cry went unchecked as her thighs trembled and her hips rocked up, offering her body to him, however he wanted to take it. His head moved under her hands and half the eroticism was in watching that silky warm texture moving where she wanted him most.
    His whiskers prickled her needy pussy, the promise of pain and the guarantee of pleasure commingled on her wet flesh. His tongue teased her clit. He slipped two digits high and hard inside her. Erin barely remembered to turn her face into the couch cushions as she screamed, hips thrusting up.
    He didn’t stop there. Hotch calmly continued to lick and suckle, even after she came. Erin tossed her head. She’d thought in coming, it would be over. They’d go to his room—their room—and fuck. But Hotch seemed to enjoy himself where he was, invested in tonguing every fold, and effectively reawakening her cunt.
    “Hotch.” She meant to tell him to stop, but she couldn’t bring herself to. Every lash of his tongue on her clit shocked pleasure through the tiny nub and thrilled a place deep in her pelvis.
    His lips clamped on her bud as his fingers jammed deep, rubbing a place inside her pussy that made her skin flame and her ears ring. Sense left her as her body came alive beneath him, and she held on, riding the tides of pleasure that swept over