I can’t believe I’m stuck here for at least another few days.

Kozmo and Rosie don’t seem fazed in the least that they’re getting evil glares and side comments about them. It irks me on a level that brings out my inner bitch, especially when his moods go from hot to cold in a matter of seconds.

After I finished eating and cleaning the dishes, I take a self-tour of his cabin. It’s then I notice there aren’t many personal items around his place. Besides the framed picture I found in the guest room, there are no other photos. I don’t even see any decor or even a simple throw pillow. It’s like he’s soulless.

That thought makes me sad. Is it because he has no one or because he lost them all?

That thought makes me even sadder.

I peek into his bedroom, the same room I walked into last night and saw all of him. Except this time, I take the opportunity to snoop around. I know I shouldn’t, but honestly, I’m bored and nosey. This man has so many secrets, I’m surprised his head is big enough to keep them all in.

His room is plain with very little to look at. There’s a door connecting to another room, so after double-checking that the coast is clear and he hasn’t returned, I walk over and turn the doorknob, pushing it open.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” My jaw drops when I see the extravagant master bathroom that’s obviously been remodeled since the cabin’s been built. There’s a wide glass shower with a massive rainfall shower head on the ceiling. The tub is huge with jets and sits next to a window that overlooks the property. It’s stunning. It even has a privacy wall so you can soak in peace. “Now that’s my kinda tub,” I mutter to myself.

Walking over, I get a better look, and the temptation to try it out is too hard to resist. I glance into the bedroom and see Kozmo and Rosie have made themselves at home on Luke’s bed. After contemplating for only a second, I decide I’m going in. I can totally enjoy this tub without him finding out, or at least that’s what I’m telling myself.

I doubt he ever uses it, which is a waste of a badass tub. Turning the water on and closing the plug, I watch in amazement at how fast it fills up. The water is hot and feels incredible. I toss his baggy T-shirt off and slide my panties down before stepping in and sinking into the water.

“Holy shit,” I moan, leaning my head back against the tile and closing my eyes as the tub fills up. This is the best place on earth. I may never leave now.

I turn the water off and glance out the window that overlooks the side of his property. The snow is coming down harder than before, and I can tell the wind has picked up making me that much happier I’m soaking in hot water right now.

And then I hear Luke grumbling in his bedroom about the dogs being on his bed. Shit.

Sinking lower into the tub, I say a quick prayer that he doesn’t come in here and bust me.

Then the bathroom door swings open.

So much for that.

The privacy wall blocks most of his body, so I sink lower into the tub, the water now coming up to my mouth. I’m hoping he walks out before seeing me. Though I know I should’ve asked before using it, I thought he’d be in a better mood after the way he acted this morning.

Guess I was wrong.

The glass door opens, and when Luke reaches in to turn the water on, I realize he’s about to take a shower right in front of me. The tub is right next to the shower, giving me the perfect view.

I should let him know I’m in here but then a moment later, he steps inside buck ass naked and one glance at his backside has me thinking really inappropriate thoughts.

I’m going to hell.

Luke stands directly under the showerhead and scrubs his palms over his face as water cascades down his hard, muscular body. He looks so defeated, almost vulnerable as he tilts his head back and releases a sigh. I watch as he lathers soap in between his hands and rubs it over his muscular body and hair. Every part of Luke is chiseled to perfection, which makes me hate him even more. Why couldn’t my next door neighbor be an old man with a beer gut and offer me cookies and milk instead?

I’m lost in thought when he turns to the side and flexes his ass cheek muscles. Sweet fucking lord. Despite the warm water I’m soaking in, my nipples harden when my gaze wanders down to his cock. Licking my lips, I feel dirty watching him like this, knowing he isn’t aware of my presence, but I can’t stop. This is now the second time I’ve seen this man naked in less than twenty-four hours, and I’m starting to wonder if the dry spell I’ve been in is starting to make me act like a crazy person.

Probably.

Just when I think it can’t get any worse, Luke grips his shaft and strokes his thick cock. The monster between his thighs starts to harden in his hand. He closes his eyes and groans. His deep growl echoes throughout the room but goes straight to my core, increasing the ache between legs. Luke continues his self-pleasure, palming his dick harder and soon it’s a show I can’t look away from. Luke rests his free hand against the tiled wall and braces his weight against it as he increases his rhythm.

Fuck my life.

I’m torn between this being the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed and the most embarrassing situation I’ve gotten myself into. I don’t know how long I stare at him jerking off, but I do know the second he spots me he’s going to be raging pissed—and possibly kick me out. But no matter what happens, it’s too late. I didn’t warn him I was in here from the start, so there’s no going back now.

Sliding my hand down my stomach, I reach between my legs and circle my clit that’s throbbing for attention. Feeling him pressed against me this morning had all my senses awakening, and I could’ve sworn he was going to be the first to crack. The tension between us is so evident that I have to wonder how he can stay in control.

I keep my gaze on his erection and imagine what it’d feel like to have his hands and lips on me right now. I imagine the sweet torture of his cock sliding into me and all that rage and frustration was released as our bodies molded together as one.

I imagine a lot of things I shouldn’t be imagining.

Luke is a confusing man with his hot and cold personality, and I don’t have any room for that in my life—but fuck if I’m not tempted to play with fire.

Increasing my pace, I let my finger circle my clit in a mad dash for relief. Luke’s throaty howl as he comes has me biting my lower lip hard as I try to conceal my own pleasure.

“Fuck,” I hear him mutter as his whole body tenses. After a prolonged moment, his chest rising and falling from the clear strain he just put himself through, he turns and rinses off. Swallowing in anticipation for the moment he realizes I just watched him, I’m relieved when he shuts off the water and steps out of the shower without looking at me.

Staying as still as possible, I watch in the glass reflection as he dries off before wrapping the towel around his waist. Without the shower running, the room is deafeningly silent, and there’s no way he’s not going to hear me if I move around.

When he walks toward the sink, I can no longer see his reflection, but then a moment later he’s walking toward the door, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Then I remember I have to get out of here eventually and he’s going to see me one way or another.

I’m so fucked.

I stay still for another moment, trying to formulate a plan. If he catches me walking out of his bathroom, I could pretend I’d fallen asleep and didn’t even know he came in. Really sell it that I’m a sound sleeper or something. Or maybe, I could—

“Enjoy the show, princess?”

Completely startled, I lift my head up the second I hear his voice. He’s leaning over the privacy wall wearing a shit-eating grin, water from his hair dripping down his face.

“Was it as good for you as it was for me?” He winks, sending heat to my cheeks because now I know for a fact he knew I was in here the whole time. Asshole. His gaze wanders down my body, and if I weren’t already naked, I’d say he was undressing me with his eyes. And the way he studies me has me wanting to slap the smirk right off his face.

I cross my arms over my chest and dig my hips into the bottom of the tub to conceal myself, but it’s useless. The water is clear enough to show him everything.

“Don’t pretend to be shy.”

I glare at him, hating the amused look on his face. “I’m not, but you staring at me is making me self-conscious,” I admit.

“Should’ve thought about that before you took it upon yourself to use my tub and watch me shower,” he remarks. Just as he pushes off the wall, he continues, “Guest towels are in the hallway closet. Help yourself.” I hear the smile in his voice as he walks out, leaving me behind with nothing to dry off with except the one baggy T-shirt I wore in here.

Motherfucker.