Chapter 30

Chapter Thirty

"It was nice of Sam to get us our own room. I don't think you're ready to share a room with Alice," Natalie joked, although she wasn't really in the jovial mood. "And I'm not sure Harper wanted to share a room with me anymore."

The look of hurt on Harper's face was going to stay with her for a while.

Liam leaned out of the bathroom doorway, toothbrush in hand. "Sam owes you at least a room of your own. You're going to make this show for her. She knows ratings gold when she sees it."

He disappeared back into the bathroom and she heard the water running in the sink.

They had a gorgeous room with a king-sized bed and a bathroom almost as big as her apartment back at the train station.

It was a really nice hotel…even though it was super haunted. And might have a demonic infestation.

The sound of the water cut off and Liam appeared again, in all of his shirtless glory.

God how she loved when he walked around shirtless…and pant-less.

Liam in only underwear was perfection—even when he was lecturing her. Like now.

"And Harper is fine," Liam continued. "She was going back to her room to start plotting her new book about you so I wouldn't worry about it."

He crawled onto the bed and plucked his cell phone from her hand, tossing it onto the side table.

"Hey! I haven't seen my phone for days." She wanted to look at the store's social media and see what trouble Jules was getting her into by posting unsupervised. Then there was the store email she needed to check.

"And I haven't seen you for days," Liam said, his voice low and sultry as he moved in on her.

He pulled her down lower on the bed and straddled her legs. Running his hands up her leggings and beneath the hem of her T-shirt, he looked like a man on the prowl.

She knew where this was going. "I have to be back at the theater for tonight's filming in an hour."

He bobbed his head to one side. "Good chance you're going to be late."

Judging by the hard length straining the fabric of his underwear, she could see why he'd said that.

"I have to meet the rest of the cast at the van outside the front doors," she said as he slowly tugged her leggings down.

"I'll drive you to the theater. After ," he said.

She didn't have to ask after what as he tossed her leggings to the floor.

"God, how I love when you're commando," he groaned.

"I was in a bit of a rush to get dressed today," she said by way of explanation for her lack of underwear.

It was too cold in the theater to take time to locate a clean pair of underwear amid the mess of things piled in her bag. With a nice warm van waiting for them on the curb to take them to the hotel, Sam is lucky she didn't come outside in her pajamas and a jacket.

"Don't care why. Just like it," he said as he spread her legs wide and leaned low between her thighs. Then he paused, his gaze meeting hers. "We are alone, correct?"

She knew what he was asking and answered, "There are no ghosts in our room." Amazingly.

Not the Mudville ghosts, who were planning on hanging out in the restaurant bar where they could people-watch and enjoy the aroma of the food they couldn't eat. Not the Stanley spirits, who'd rushed back to the theater to work on their show. And not the hotel ghosts, who were she didn't know where but who thankfully were not here. That was all she cared about.

"Good," Liam said and lowered his head again.

Her eyes drifted closed at the first feel of the heat of his tongue on her core.

If there were awards for foreplay, Liam would take the gold medal. Or the blue ribbon. Or whatever.

The man had her gasping for breath in mere moments. Her hands were in his hair and her hips off the bed minutes later. Then she was coming so hard she wouldn't have known or cared if there were ghosts in the room.

Liam sat up, a wry smile on his lips. "Still worried about making that van?" he asked.

"Just come here, you," she said, pulling him down on top of her.

As he slid inside her, she knew, she was definitely going to be late. And she couldn't give a crap what Sam said about it.