Chris Evans Hot Novels & Stories

Kael My breath burns against her skin, her fingers tremble along my belt, seeking permission she doesn't dare ask. Isadora sitting in an armchair, looking at us. Her whole body vibrates with an impatience that drives me crazy, this moist heat between her thighs pressed against my pelvis, this smell of vanilla and sweat that rises from her, intoxicating. She doesn't need to speak. His eyes, two dark embers, say it all: I need you now.

My hand reaches out and my fingers play over his abs until he stands again to shuck his pants. There is not a man on earth sexier than Catch Xavier Moon. From his shortly cropped hair, strong jaw with just a hint of stubble, to his hard chest. It’s the complete package when my eyes travel to the valleys and mountains of his abs. He’s over six feet of pure sexy man. My man. And I want him. I need to forget. And then I’ll plan my revenge against the man who tried to take this from me.

Being incapacitated as he was he hadn't had any female companionship for about three weeks and was horny as hell and watching Cassie made his cock instantly alert. Standing transfixed at the window he watched her intently, not wanting to miss a thing. He again sighed as she bent over, giving him a great view of her cleavage as she bent to her task. Her breasts jiggled and shook as she worked and he felt his cock twitching, his excitement beginning to rise. She crouched in front of her vehicle to wash the grill and Steve was a granted a view of a tiny pink thong peeking above the low waistband of her shorts.

"Really? That's cool. Does she come back home often?" "Not really, but she comes every Christmas." "I see. That's great." They were talking with ease and friendly. "Oh, would you like something to drink?" He asked her again. Evelyn nodded. "Please, if you don't mind." "Of course, not! I am glad that we have finally had time to talk." He said with his warm smile. And he walked to the fridge, opened it widely. Evelyn gasped. Holy freaking God! He was definitely gay! He drank orange juice! From where she was sitting she could see that his fridge was full of cartons of orange juice.

Everyone began to cheer and brawl in loud voices as Chris walked into the cafeteria accompanied by the four guys from earlier. “That's my Chris!” Vanessa cheered the loudest My breath was taken away this time. Now that Chris wasn't covered in blood he looked super hot. He was no doubt the hottest in the room, dominating height with tight abs straining over his shirt, the other four guys behind him didn't look bad either. Pure athletic jocks. Somehow Chris's green emerald eyes met mine. I forgot to breathe for a moment as our eyes locked. No!, I can't crush on a guy like that, he reminded me too much of Marcus.

After fixing my hair into a messy bun and adding just a touch of makeup, I grabbed my phone and headed downstairs. As soon as I rounded the corner into the kitchen, I froze. Ethan. Shirtless. Of course, he was shirtless. Why wouldn’t he be? But I wasn't going to lie to myself, he was hot. Like Jason Momoa hot. Fuck. He was standing at the counter, pouring himself some coffee, his toned back and arms on full display. I could watch this all day. No Mae. Stop! He isn't even that hot. No, that was a lie, he was hotter than the sun, hotter than a red pepper. He was too hot. If he and Channing Tatum stood side by side, I would choose him.

“What Emma said and did… I hope you can see now that I would never choose her. Never. That… That kiss in the woods wasn’t sincere. She has been manipulating things the entire time. It wasn’t what it looked like. I never—” The door creaked open. Chris stepped inside, his brow furrowed with what appeared to be concern. His gaze darted between us, softening when it landed on Evelyn. I didn’t miss it, this subtle change in his demeanor when he saw her. It made me tense all over. “You should rest,” he told me, though his eyes never left her. “Evelyn, don’t push him too hard. He nearly died. Again.” I clenched my jaw, watching the way he hovered, too close. The faint brush of his hand against her

"Not necessarily." Straightening up, Tony added, "If that's all, I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow." With that, he closed the door. Evans stood there, holding the wine bottle, his expression frozen before it turned into one of frustration. Damn it! That guy has no idea what he's missing! Seething, Evans returned to his room. He opened a hookup app on his phone and scanned through the messages from various gay men. One message, in particular, caught his eye. The man's photo showed him wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs, his body toned and enticing. Even without seeing his face, Evans could tell this guy was a hunk!

“Here you go.” “Thanks.” Cara took it absently, still staring around. “You were in the military overseas, right?” “I was.” “Man, that’s so fucking hot…” Chris felt his whole huge body tense up. It never ceased to amaze him that women found it sexy that he’d killed people in Afghanistan; it barely mattered to him that he’d had to do it. “You think so?” “Damn right.” Her large brown eyes took him in now as he stood there in just his boxer shorts. “You soldiers have bodies that just won’t quit.”

Why don't you just admit you have the hots for me? Devan ~”The only thing that is hot for you is my hand that is going to smack your face.” Rey ~”Hey at least there is some part of your body that is hot for me. Why don't you slap me and see if something else gets hot.” Devan ~”Your face is the only other body part that is getting hot here.” Rey ~”Oh that is what you think.” Devan ~”The only raise you getting out of me is an eyebrow.”