I follow her a second later, stopping in the kitchen doorway as she rinses off plates. The soft yellow light above the stove makes her skin glow. My shirt hangs off one shoulder.
She catches me staring through the reflection in the window over the sink. “You’re doing it again.”
“I know.”
Her lips twitch. Then she turns around slowly and drops to her knees.
My brain completely short-circuits.
“Hazel.”
She looks up at me through her lashes, entirely too pleased with herself. “What?” she asks innocently.
I stare at her for a second before scrubbing a hand down my face.
Jesus Christ. I’m so gone for this woman.
She reaches for me unhurriedly, her hands sliding over my thighs as she kisses my stomach through my shirt.
I groan low in my throat. “Baby…”
Her fingers hook into the waistband of my jeans, tugging me closer. That stubborn, challenging look is back in her eyes, like she enjoys wrecking me.
I’m sure she does, the little minx.
My head falls back as she kisses lower, teasing and slow and impossible to survive. She tugs down my pants, taking my boxers with them. My dick springs out, almost hitting her chin, and I suck in a breath.
“Hazel,” I warn roughly.
She hums softly as if she likes hearing me lose control. Then her mouth is on me, her tongue lazily flicking around the tip of my cock. My hips jerk reflexively, and I let out a string of curses.
Hazel giggles, and I know that if I weren’t already in love with her, I would have fallen for her at this moment.
My hand slides into her hair automatically, not pushing, just holding. She moans, her lips stretching wider as she sinks another inch of my length into her perfect mouth.
“Fuck,” I wheeze once she’s taken half of my cock.
Her hand comes up, wrapping around the remaining inches, and she works them in tandem, her fist twisting around me with each suck. God, the suction of her mouth is heaven, and I know I won’t be able to last long.
“Hazel, let me take you to the bedroom. Let me lick that pretty pussy,” I practically beg.
She moans around me, tightening her grip.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, God, baby. You have to stop, or I’m going to come,” I warn her.
Hazel lifts her eyes to mine. She looks so hot on her knees, my cock stretching her tiny mouth. She looks pleased with herself, making me lose it after only a few seconds.
I can barely focus, can barely breathe. All I know is her. Her mouth, her hands, her eyes on me. When her other hand fondles my balls, that’s it. Game over.
I come with a shout, my fingers tangling in her hair and holding her in place as I spill down her throat. She swallows greedily, and I suck in a harsh breath, panting as I back up a step. I stare down at my girl in shock.
“Good?” she purrs.
I nod, unable to find my voice.
She laughs softly, pleased with herself, the little menace. “I could try a different technique,” she offers, shuffling forward on her knees.
I grab her hand before she can touch me. “Baby,” I groan unevenly, pulling her up before I completely lose it and take her on the kitchen floor.