Page 30 of Hide From Me (Chaotic Love #3)

I wish I could grab her phone and snap a photo right now—just to keep this version of her forever.

Her nails carve soft crescents into my waist, her head tilted back, throat exposed, lashes fluttering.

She’s allowing me to see her true self. There are no walls, no armor—just Raylen, unguarded and breathtakingly beautiful.

I shift, resting one knee on the edge of the crate to angle myself just right, hitting the spot that makes her toes curl behind my back.

“Just like that, baby,” I groan as she whimpers, catching her lip between her teeth to hold the sound in. “The sooner you realize you’ll never be able to hide from me, the better it’ll be.”

It’s taking everything in me not to lose control. Not to bury myself in her until she can’t think, until I’m part of her bones. Our noses brush, breath mingles as her hips arch off the wood, chasing more.

“You’re going to make me feel things I don’t want to,” she breathes, and her lips graze mine. I grin, dragging my fingers down her stomach until my palm presses flat over her abdomen, applying pressure until the soft flesh dips beneath my touch.

“Is that a challenge?” I murmur. Her thighs tighten around my hips just as my fingers slip down and circle her clit. They tease with barely-there brushes, perfectly timed with the slow, deliberate roll of my hips .

“If it is,” I growl, pulling back until just my tip remains inside her. “I believe I’ve already won.”

Before she can speak, I thrust back in deep. Her eyes roll and lips part with a broken moan. For once, this doesn’t feel carnal; it feels close. Real. Her pleasure is raw, and I soak it in, every gasp and shiver.

My knees tremble, so I pull a busted chair from beside the crate behind me with my foot. I grip her hips tight enough to bruise, and fall into the chair, pulling her to straddle me.

I can’t help but wonder if it’s the same chair my mother used to tie Cordelia to while they were holding her hostage. Is it the same one she broke free from when the bullet was fired from my gun, and she thought I had shot the love of her life?

I can't help the way my head falls back against the wood backrest or the moan that rumbles my chest at the feeling of being so deep in her.

That coiling deep in my abdomen only intensifies as her lips trace my collarbone to the other side, and she rolls her hips, testing the feeling of the new position.

“That’s where you're wrong.” It's a grumble, contradicting the way she raises to slip down my shaft again slowly.

She could easily speed things up, take everything into her own hands, and get this done as quickly as she wants, but it almost feels like she's savoring the moment.

Maybe it's just my imagination purely clouded by lust, making me think that her hands are diving into my hair, and her lips are the ones attacking mine this time.

There's no way it's her tongue slipping into my mouth taking control as her hands slip down my arms to guide me to her arse, where I grip the soft flesh.

“There’s no winning here.” She growls into my mouth, but I can't focus on the words, too focused on how she waits for me to guide the way she bounces on my cock and how uneven my breathing gets as my legs spread wider so I can fuck back up into her.

“You want to know what I feel at this moment?” she moans, breaking away from my kiss to pull off my mask and toss it to the floor.

She runs her fingers through her hair as her head tilts back.

Thank goodness the electricity is out in this place because I’ve never seen anything sexier than watching her silhouette move in fluid motions as the musky air transforms into the scent of just her and me.

What was she saying again? Is this how she feels when I talk to her while teasing her on the edge?

“I feel the temporary fix. The high that feels so good but won't last long enough.” My jaw clenches the longer she speaks, my fingers digging into her flesh, slowing her to a languid roll so her clit has no choice but to be stimulated.

Her hand falls to my chest, eyes fluttering until they're hooded and focused on the spot.

Her thumb traces a scar, then trails down to trace another.

She's close—so close—but she's pulling away, refusing me what I want, like she always does.

How is she the only person I let affect me like this?

When she denies me, I take it. When she pushes me away, I come back ten times harder.

Leaning forward, I capture her nipple between my lips, letting my teeth graze the sensitive bud until she squirms, desperate to move again, but I hold her in place.

“I feel the monsters threatening to jump out and ruin the dream.” She mewls, tracing her hands back up to my shoulders. I release her supple flesh and bring a hand to the nape of her neck, letting my fingers tangle in the hair there to tug her mouth back to mine.

“I'm the monster, though,” I mutter, losing my hold on her arse, and she eagerly starts her motions again, sucking me in at such a pace the warm wet heat has me gasping and panting against her mouth. My grip on her hair refuses to let her devour my mouth like she keeps leaning in to do.

“I know. I just wish I knew how you would wreck me in the end.” She gasps, finally latching her mouth onto mine despite my hold. She tastes me like I have her so many times, nipping and sucking at my bottom lip like it's the best thing she's ever tasted.

I wish I could tell her I have no intention of hurting her, but the harsh reality is, I can't promise that.

Even if this continues to go as I plan, I've already done too much.

There's bound to be at least one thing I've done that'll break some part of her. I just hope she’ll give me the time to fix it in the end.

“God, baby,” I groan as her head breaks away from mine and falls to my shoulder. Using my hold, I pull her back from me. “Don't do that. Let me see you.”

Her breathing turns into gasps, and her nails dig into my skin deep enough that I hiss. My grip tightens in response. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced something so slow yet so intense, but with the look on her face, I know it won’t take much.

“You wanna know how I'll wreck you?” I growl, and she squeezes her eyes shut. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I hold her tense form steady so I can thrust up into her deeper than before. “Like this.”

Gripping her jaw, I force attention on me as her full body tenses, and her legs lock at my hips.

It's fucking heaven feeling her soak my cock.

So much so that I can't help the guttural groan that crawls through my chest as I look down at the slick mess across my lap.

Slamming her down on my cock, I hold her steady despite the way she squirms, pushing against me with trembling hands.

“Fuck, baby, thats it. You wanted it so bad before; take it.” I groan, my head falling back as I let the sensation of her tight heat filling with my come overwhelm me.

Shouldn’t she be the wreck here? Instead, she’s graceful—controlled—even as her body trembles. She rides it out, hips rolling slow, taking every last drop like she’s never wanted anything more.

“We both know that’s not true,” she whispers, barely audible.

I wince as she finally pulls off me and leans back against the crate, visibly shaken but determined. Her fingers brush her thighs as she finds her clothes.

“So you’ve never begged for my come?” I tease, as she laughs and shakes her head.

“You’re such a dork, you know that's not what I meant.” she huffs, and I almost wince .

I hate that each inch of her skin is slowly being hidden from my view.

I’ll have to focus more on the mission coming up, and I don’t know how often I’ll be able to see her because of it.

But at least I accomplished one thing tonight…

I hope the ghosts that haunt this place enjoyed the show.

The thought has me grinning like an idiot.

Raylen bends down to pick up my mask, tossing it into my lap, but her attention is solely focused on the skin across my chest. I can almost hear her unasked questions, yet she doesn’t voice a single one.

Instead, she picks up her phone, scanning the area once more as if she wasn’t just staring at me.

“You heading to Laura’s?” I ask.

“Yeah, she gets lonely without me,” she replies.

I roll my eyes. Maybe I get lonely without her too, but I can’t take her back to base just yet. “Maybe she can keep you company for a bit anyway. Things are picking up at work, so I’ll be busier than usual.”

Standing, I back her into the wooden box once more before she can slip away—there’s no doubt she’s preparing to do just that.

“You need me, though. Just call, and I’ll be there.

Understand?” I mutter, placing a kiss on her head.

I almost swear I hear her hum in contentment, but she quickly clears her throat to cover it, shoving against my chest. I wish she would understand that she’s not stronger than me; her little pushes only spur me on.

Still, I step back with a laugh, giving her time to harden her features despite the flush on her cheeks.

She growls, shining her light in my face to hide her expression, and I grin.

“I hope you have a horrible night, monster,” she growls, her frustration betraying her smile as she awkwardly shifts the light to avoid tripping while backing towards the door.

“That’ll be impossible, knowing I’m dripping out of you right now!” I call after her.

“Oh my God, you’re as bad as Jack!” she yells, the door slamming behind her.

Still grinning, I drop into the chair and drag a hand through my hair .

I need a cigarette. A drink. Maybe meds.

But at least now I know she’s falling for me.

And no one—not even her—can convince me otherwise.