Ed Sheeran Shirtless นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Receiving threats, or promises all day isn’t my favorite thing to do. The man I came here to kill looks like a model straight out of a magazine. You know, one of those motorcycle ones with the shirtless guy on the front? The one where the model sits with their legs on both sides of the motorcycle, their legs wide and muscular, their hands tatted and tightly gripping the handle as he stares the camera straight in the eye? Making it look like he’s staring through your soul and leaving you hot and bothered? I hate how my breath hitches at the sight of him. Shane is oozing with sex appeal, he looks like someone picked out his wardrobe for him. He’s chosen a black dress shirt that isn’t buttoned.

I spun on my heel, ignoring Leif, who was also shirt- less, wearing jeans that allowed the deep, chiseled V-line to show. Tattoos and men. Sex and sin. Fucking great. It was everything we didn't need here. I'd been fine without them! My attention slid toward laughter, finding Zayne in his suspenders, with his sleeves rolled to his elbow, smashing his ax through the wood. His bright eyes lifted, meeting mine as a smile played on his full mouth. He turned his head, and my gaze swung to Sian, who was also shirtless and had at least washed the blood off of himself. Eryx had rolled up his sleeves, leaving his olive- colored forearms exposed, showing off his colorful tattoos.

She was enjoying taunting me. “No,” I shook my head. Shenaya laughed softly and then took out the next shirt which was black, and as large as the other. “Well, how about this?” she said and winked at me. “No,” I said again. She picked the next shirt and kept up turning and moving seductively which was getting to me so badly. It took every bone in my body to not pounce on her. After trying about six shirts, She picked up a completely see-through shirt, it was lace trimmed and it was as if she wasn’t wearing anything.

he asked, gingerly looking into Sheila’s eyes as she takes her eyes off him. “I don’t know yet,” she whispered. “Okay!” He nodded. Suddenly, she notices something. She sees him wearing only a Jeans without a shirt and is surprised that he isn’t feeling the cold. “You’re not putting on a shirt. Aren’t you cold?” she asked. “No. I’m not!” was his response to her. “Why if I may ask?” Sheila quizzed, slightly squeezing her face. Garrett chuckled. “Do you really want to know why?”

I shook my head at my own reflection. I was bold but I wasn’t that bold. “Fuck it.” I tugged the sash loose and let the fabric fall open anyway. **** He was on the couch when I stepped out, and my mouth very fell open. Literally. He was shirtless. Like, completely, entirely shirtless — bare from the waist up, and I had never in my life been this close to a shirtless man who looked like that. Like him. The breadth of his shoulders, the definition of his chest, and the narrow taper of his waist had me swallowing.

he murmurs, eyes still closed. Sienna’s gaze drops to his bare chest. His hair is tousled, looking like it’s been pulled in frustration or sleep, and the comforter has slipped down to reveal he’s wearing nothing but gray sweatpants. The defined V-line around his waist is fully visible, leading her eyes down his toned abs and strong chest. She can’t help but ogle; he looks impossibly perfect, healthy. She glances down at herself and yelps. She’s no longer in the clothes she wore yesterday but in one of Noah’s white shirts, with nothing else underneath.

Like he was in a hypnotic trance or something. She glanced down. She was wearing torn, faded jeans and one of his hand-me-down denim workshirts with the sleeves rolled up. The top button was missing and the next one down had come undone, and the front of the shirt gaped open, showing the edges of her bra and a deep shadowed valley of cleavage. He hadn't realized yet that she'd caught him looking. If she gasped and snatched the shirt together, he'd know. It'd be awkward. Embarrassing. What would he say? What would she say?

Shannon took it then held it against herself then frowned. Then she held it up again then frowned harder. "This could fit two of me." Sean looked completely unapologetic. Meanwhile Shannon disappeared into a nearby dressing room. A few minutes later she emerged again having improvised. The shirt had been adjusted and tied neatly at the back. The oversized fit somehow looked intentional now. The shorts sat comfortably while the modified top gave the outfit a sportier look. Meanwhile Sean stepped out shortly afterward having changed as well and for a moment Shannon forgot what she was about to say. Because seeing him dressed like that, different, dangerous, the look suited him entirely too wel

"I want to see you and touch you." She quickly pulled his shirt off and took off his jeans and underwear. His cock wasn't huge, but it had girth. "Undress me," she said. "I want you to see and touch all of me." He unzipped her cheer skirt and let it fall to the floor. Then he tugged the tight cheer panties down her legs. Ethan gasped when he saw Sienna's bright red bush. He had never seen a naked woman for real. Only in magazines or p**n videos.

"They can also cause just enough --" Shamira felt an unpleasant twinge at that sound, but then her mind accepted that it was a pleasurable sound as opposed to the ones that she had made the last time she had been chained up. She willed herself to stay calm as Shane continued to press in key spots along the sea of needles, then lay a heavy hand on the Representative's exposed ass. Shane continued his stroll around the woman, giving Shamira a good look at her boss. His smooth, leanly muscled chest was bare, meaning the only thing that he was wearing was a form-fitting pair of leather pants, complete with an easy to open fly. She had forgotten just how damn handsome he could be.