Page 170 of Catfish

Wade's hand appears in front of me, gently plucking the card out of my grasp and sliding it into the slot for it to beep and unlock.

The door clicks open, and he hands me back the stupid contraption. The moment I take it, my body is spun around and inched into the room.

Wade stalks me like an animal. His chest bumps into mine, and as soon as the door clicks shut, my back is mercilessly shoved into it.

Fingers promptly tip my chin up to peer into the few days' of growth on his face, and steel-blue eyes that bore into me. Each of his features holds such voracity that it leaves my mouth agape in shock.

One minute, he’s calm and collected, always following the rules. The next, he’s a man that holds back at taking what he wants at that precise moment.

“Are you taunting me, Shelton?” he asks me again, his lips hovering over mine as he searches my face.

I never did answer the question the first time. The moment I saw a couple of girls out of the corner of my eyes taking selfies with their cell phones, the reality hit me in the face.

He could be noticed here.

There could be some political science nerd in the crowd who watches CNN religiously and recognizes Wade from tonight. Or some girls flipping through TV channels and accidentally landing on a station with him on the screen.

You don’t forget a face like Wade Lockwood’s.

Shit, you don’t forget his voice either.

It sends goosebumps trailing up my spine when he's not even close because it's so self-assured and sexy. The deep octave, the way it floats effortlessly through the air and hits you right in the stomach, causing butterflies to scatter everywhere.

I never thought I was a swoony type, but he does it to me every time.

“I was,” I reply, keeping myself somewhat confident while internally freaking the hell out.

“Was?” he repeats.

“It was just to break you—I just wanted you to have a good time.”

“By rubbing your ass all over my cock, Miss Shelton?”

Geezus.

I start to lift my hands that are plastered to the door to fan myself but refrain.

I’m seriously fine.

My God, I’ve been around attractive, wealthy dudes for a large portion of my life, I got this.

“It was just dancing, Governor,” I retort, straightening my spine.

“I see.” Lowering his face, he reaches up to move strands of dark hair away from my shoulder that expose my neck. “And I guess this is just a kiss.”

With a gentle press, his lips clasp around my flesh, sending a violent and visible shutter through my body.

I can feel his smile, the giant curve of approval because he knows I don’t do it for just anyone. The last man that ever made me partially moved in any way was Jed.

“Are you taunting me now?” I counter, letting my eyes close for just a second to wallow in his sparse touch.

“Is it working?”

“Yes.” His tongue is his next weapon, licking my earlobe as his lips follow afterward.

I can hear his exhales, the soft panting as he attacks my skin and drives me wild at that sensitive spot.

I underestimated him, the power he wields not only publicly but behind closed doors. That he can retaliate any opposing threat that comes his way.

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