Shane shoved his key into the door, wondering why none of the lights in the house were on. Laurel should've been home, and they should've been on. The door swung inward, and the hall was dark. He switched on the light, frowning slightly with worry.
"Shane?"
He looked up, and his hazel eyes widened, his mouth going dry. Laurel stood at the entrance to their bedroom, hand on her hip. Her silky skin was covered only by a black, lace bra and matching thong. Her long, honey-blonde curls hung down to her hips, her blue eyes glittering behind thick, black lashes.
"Wow," he managed, an immediate fever surging through his body.
She smiled, her ruby lips full and inviting. She wiggled her finger at him, then disappeared around the corner. His shirt was off within seconds, his muscles suddenly no longer sore from a long day at work. He moved into their bedroom to see her leaned over, a match between her fingers. The room flickered with the glow of at least a dozen candles, throwing their tantalizing light across the curves of her body. Shane's hands reached out, one caressing her hip, and the other running up her neck to her hair, where his fingers twisted themselves in the soft curls.
She giggled quietly under her breath and shivered.
"A little anxious, are we?" she teased, her angel-like voice just hot enough to make his heart beat a little faster.
"Don't tease me," he warned, tightening his grip in her hair.
She moaned softly, and arched her hips back, pressing her ass against the crotch of his now tight-fitting jeans. Shane leaned forward, pressing the bulge of his hard on against her, his lips brushing over her shoulder, his teeth closing gently on the side of her neck. Laurel's hands moved to the bed, holding her steady while she moved her hips back and forth, inching her way closer against him. He groaned and pulled her head back, standing her up and wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her onto her toes, her ass resting directly against him.