Part 8~Feeling it~

Part 8 Feeling it
A couple of weeks had passed by quickly, the snow had continued to fall almost everyday. Shandy was able to walk now, yet she still suffered from a bit of pain in the one ankle.
She and Donovan hadn't spoken very much except when absolutely necessary. She had begun reading one of the many books from the small library he had in his home which she was extremely thankful for, otherwise she would have undoubtedly lost her marbles by now.
Shandy walked inside the small bathroom to take a shower stripping her clothing off and stepped inside letting the hot water pour down over her body.
She finished stepping out just as the door flung open. Donovan stood staring with his mouth gaped open wide, while his eyes roamed over her naked voluptuous figure.
She shrieked out loud snatching the towel as he quickly shut the door leaving her in a state of pure humiliation.
She quickly dried off putting her clothes on in a frenzy. She was mortified that he had seen every inch of her bare body.
Donovan swiftly walked away from what he had just witnessed. His breath ragged from the excitement he was feeling from viewing her well formed curvaceous shape. Pure perfection from head to toe, he thought, unable to get the image of her from his mind.
He leaned against the counter inside the kitchen trying to pull himself together, his body spasmed in forbidden areas from seeing her in such a vulnerable state.
He had no idea of how absolutely exquisite she was built...he knew she had a lovely shape, but damn she had a body men salivated over and he longed to explore every inch of it.
He didn't know what to do now except try to apologize for his abrupt intrusion of her privacy.
He poured himself a cup of steaming hot coffee and decided to go hide out and read in his room for a while just to allow himself time to calm down from the innate desire that zipped through his body.
As he dashed out the kitchen through the hallway he suddenly came face to face with her almost slamming right into her in his haste to make a speedy getaway. They stood staring at each other at a loss for words.
"Hey, I...I'm sorry I walked in on you, I should have knocked and I'm really sorry. I swear I didn't do that on purpose...I had no idea you were in there." He stuttered nervously.
"It's ok...I..im sure you didn't mean to." She mumbled, her face red at the thought of him seeing her in the raw. "It was my fault, I should have had the light on and the door locked" she breathed out a long sigh shifting her eyes from his.
"Well, I'm sorry anyway, I shouldn't have just busted in like I did." He admitted, still envisioning her perfectly shaped body and how he would love to lick every inch of her. He shook his head trying to clear his mind of the obscenities.
"Well I'm gonna go read for a while." He spoke quickly. He had to get away from her now, his hands were beginning to shake holding the hot cup of coffee. No woman had ever had such an effect on him.
"Oh ok yea, is...is there more of that?" She pointed to his cup.
"Oh uhmm n..no you'll have to prepare more, sorry I got the last cup." He gave her a crooked grin.
"Where do you keep the coffee? I...I've never before made it with a regular coffee pot. You should invest in a keurig, which is really great." She shifted her stance looking toward the kitchen.
"It....it's. I'll just show you." He looked at her wishing he could just vanish from her sight.
She followed him back inside the kitchen. Shandy felt extremely unsettled, especially now that she could see he was clearly affected by seeing her naked.
He stared at her with a different look in his eyes, like she'd not seen since she had been here and it made her skin tingle with sparks of heat.
It was like a longing to touch her, like it was taking all his strength to avoid reaching out for her. Oddly enough it made her feel warm, like she wanted to feel the warmth of his hands on her.
She wondered why she suddenly felt more drawn to this asshole of a man? She breathed in deeply. It was like now that had seen her butt ass naked, it changed the way he looked at her and it made her heat up in forbidden areas.
She wondered if he could maintain his cold attitude if she were to become a bit flirty with him.
He'd always been so hateful toward her. Would he continue with that attitude or flirt with her as well?
No, she couldn't do that to him, why was she even entertaining an idea like this? She scolded herself for even considering the idea of flirting with this man....it was crystal clear she wasn't his type.
She watched as he chattered nervously about how much coffee to use. God he was really fucking hot as hell. She stared at his body, wondering how he looked underneath those jeans. Fuck! Why were these thoughts even entering her mind!? Especially after all the mean & ugly things he had done and said to her since she'd been here.
She openly stared at his crotch that stuck out nicely under the denim covering, not caring if he noticed where her eyes were or not. She bit her lip, suddenly thinking naughty thoughts of him, like never before. God! She couldn't stop no matter how hard she tried!
Drinking him in, her eyes traveled up to his chest then their eyeballs locked as he looked down at her licking his lips with a small smirk, making her gasp a bit at the amount of attraction she felt for him at this very moment.
They both stood just staring, their breaths picking up. No words were needed to feel the pull.
Donovan watched as she stared at his body, causing him to blaze up, he bit his lip, flicking his tongue to the corner of his mouth and licking it.
Their eyes were glued now and he saw a blazing hot desire in her. He should make a move now. He thought.
Just step over and break that wall she had put up since her first day here.
Why couldn't he move?
Now was the time for him to move in on her. One step away, just one small step forward and he could capture her while she was on fire for him.
He could feel it ...Taste it ...Smell it. He'd never felt a desire so robust. His body stiffening, muscles contracting, mouth watering. His brain a plethora of nothing but concupiscent thoughts about this gorgeous female in front of him. Touching her, feeling her inside and out.
Was this the inebriated, overwhelming, soul shattering feeling his father spoke of? He didn't ever believe it to be true? His body aching for him to take her now. Yet he could not move to save his fucking life!
Why couldn't he fucking move?!