CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
THIS TIME HER breath caught for an entirely different reason. “Jacob?” Her voice was a soft, surprised whisper.
He just grinned before leaning down and kissing her deeply, his tongue once again dancing with hers, reigniting the passion that burned between her legs. His c**k remained hard, and that made her moan again. When he broke the kiss, he winked at her, his grin back in place.
“Jacob, how did you get in here?”
“Shhh, we’re not supposed to know who the guests are, remember? This is all kind of hush-hush.” He kissed her nose, his lips wet on her flesh.
Emma took a deep breath, the impossibility of it all overwhelming her. “I don’t…” She stared at his face behind the mask, her gaze soaking in the parts of him she could see. “I don’t understand.”
He rolled off he
