Eddie Redmayne Shirtless Novels & Stories

“Maybe. Or maybe I’ll learn something. He doesn’t know who I am.” “That doesn’t make him safe.” “Neither are we.” The next morning, I showed up late on purpose. Ryden was shirtless when I walked in. Of course he was. I didn’t blush. I didn’t stammer. I definitely didn’t stare. (Okay. Maybe I stared a little.) “You’re late,” he said, pulling on a tunic like he hadn’t just been flexing his stupidly perfect abs. “You’re half-naked.” “You’re observant.”

The sunlight hurt my tired eyes. "Your stance is wrong, Edward," Mac's firm voice roared, startling me on my zombie walk home. I looked to my left to see Mac standing shirtless and showing his toned muscles. It was not my first time seeing him shirtless, but there was a weird atmosphere, like some stupid romance drama was playing. Mac's emerald eyes met mine, and my heart skipped a beat.

“Take off your clothes, Edward,” I said with a very firm voice, despite how nervous I felt. He obeys, grabbing his coat and shrugging it off his shoulder. He yanked his shirt off and tossed it and the floor, leaving him naked from the waist up. My eyes followed every movement, anticipating and not wanting to miss anything, and it became an uncontainable desire. I undressed as well, getting rid of the dress I had on. His hand quickly undid his trousers, and they dropped off, leaving him naked before me, hard and delicious.

Of all the people in this club, it had to be him. Alex looked down at the disaster on his chest, jaw tight. Without a word, he released one of my arms and yanked the ruined shirt up and over his head in one smooth motion. The fabric hit the floor with a wet slap. He tossed it toward a nearby trash can like it personally offended him. He stood there shirtless under the dim hallway lights, revealing a perfectly sculpted hockey body wide shoulders, defined chest, ridges of abs that looked unreal. A faint trail of dark hair disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. He was all power and heat, and I suddenly felt smaller than ever.

He said and then walked out of the room. …………. The first thing Annie noticed when she opened the door was Eric standing in front of her, shirtless. She swallowed painfully as she took in his physique. He was perfect, she had seen him display his perfectly toned six-pack in the magazines she used to read when he was a model and seeing him shirtless in real life was a dream come true. She couldn’t believe it was all hers to devour. Annie was lost in her dreamland but she was more than happy when he came back with his shirt for her to wear which was so thoughtful of him.

His dusky skin hinted that he was a hardcore warrior. Ash painted a picture in my head where he was practicing in the bright sun, all sweaty and bothered. My mouth dried as my body reacted to those images, mewling my kitty in desire. The sudden pause in the arguments prevailed a pin drop silence in the living room as Prince Edith inhaled greedily. “So sweet! I am pleased to see your reaction, mate.” “Shut up!” Rolling my eyes at him, I asked Maddox. “Why is he naked in our home?”

Men like Red don’t remain single for this long. When I reach the front of his door, I quickly knock and await a voice but nothing comes, I am in the middle of turning back when the door opens and dark green eyes look at me. Oh goddess, Red is shirtless. His chest is fully tattooed, on the center of his chest is a wolf howling to the moon in shimmering ink, his hair is tousled across his face, strands framing his forehead. We both stare at each other until I realize that I have to say something.

I asked. "Please!" Edward mumbled, before pulling away from me. "Let's not think about them for now okay. And if eventually, they come back to seek revenge…. Then we are going to be ready for them." I inhale while nodding my head. I hope I will be able to count on Edward's words. Edward slowly placed his hands on my shoulder and then he made me slowly turn around so that I'm now staring at him. Turning around to stare at him….. I noticed that he isn't putting on any shirt, and he's just on his blue shorts

The only thing in sight was a navy blue shirt draped over a couch in the corner. I grabbed it and slipped it on quickly. If I could just find my purse and leave before... The bedroom door clicked. I thought of diving back into the bed and pretending to be asleep, but it was too late. The door opened widely, and Edward stepped inside, shirtless. He was kinda ripped. I didn't see his body last night cause the lights were turned off. I smiled nervously. "H-hi. Good morning." Edward blinked once. Then, he slapped a hand over his mouth, turning red as he looked away.

Edie changed clothes three times. Her wardrobe wasn't as up to date as she'd like, but with a job, she'd have the money to change all that. Tonight, she wanted to look her best. It seemed important. She put on her only red dress. It was short, midway up her thigh, and she felt uncomfortable. Taking it off over her head, then threw it on the bed. Searching through her closet, she found a black dress she'd forgotten she even had. It still had the tags on it, too, so she hadn't worn it yet. She slipped it on over her head and tugged it down. When she looked in the mirror, she couldn't believe what she saw. It was provocative, low cut in the back, and clung to her in all the right places