“Ha’ven,” Emma whispered as he laid her in the middle of his bed.
“I’m going to love you, in our home, in our bed,” he said quietly. With a wave of his hand, they were both undressed.
Emma raised her arms and ran her palms over his shoulders as he leaned over her. Her eyes darkened with desire as she felt the muscles bulge under her palms. It never ceased to amaze her, that strength in his lean body. Her eyes rose to meet his. Violet flames stared back at her.
“I want to dance for you,” she whispered.
Ha’ven groaned and buried his hot lips along her throat. “Dance… later,” he murmured.
“No, dance… now,” she insisted. “There is a song I’ve written for you. I want to show you what you have done for me.”
A shudder ran through his body as he heard the passionate desire to do something fo
