Eddie Redmayne Shirtless Novels & Stories

In his hand, he held a black blazer, clearly not a match for Shermaine's white mermaid gown. It looked more like a man's jacket. "It's a bit chilly inside. Do you want to put this on?" Eddie asked, his voice casual, but already he was draping the jacket over Shermaine's shoulders. As he lowered his gaze, his expression softened, and for a brief moment, there was a tenderness in his eyes. Ezra recognized that look instantly.

“We’ve been looking in the wrong direction.” Ingrid blinked, still uncertain. “What do you mean?” But they didn’t answer with words. Reynold began unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it off in one smooth motion and dropping it to the floor. Reece tugged off his jacket and shirt as well. Ryan followed suit. Within seconds, the three of them stood in front of her, bare-chested, steady, unhurried, and then they removed the rest—until nothing separated them from her. Ingrid stood frozen, lips slightly parted, heart pounding.

He continued guiding the route and I continued following him but…. I had to stop myself and guess, close my eyes too. Out of nowhere, he starts taking off his shirt and then his white t-shirt which he was wearing. What the hell? Am I supposed to close my eyes or open them? I have not seen any men shirtless before. What should I do? I tried peeking through my fingers while covering my eyes with my hands. So this is how they look like when men are shirtless. I have, not for a moment had imagined a guy can be so attractive without a shirt. His perfect 8 abs, white but bit tanned skin, broad arms….How can someone be so perfect?

She’s clearly showing off skills. “Who was it, Dievery?” “Someone who can give enough tactics.” “Why do I feel it was someone I wouldn’t trust.” “There was no other choice, Malfoy.” I paused and waited for them to finish arguing. Edith, talking to a man without a shirt on. I couldn’t help but stare at his burning pack of abs, not that it’s too tempting sexy damn but because it was dripping blood from his gashed wound. “Coming from you?” he chuckled sarcastically. I saw Edith move her brow darted her eyes towards me, giving a signal to pace forth.

She is escorted by the driver straight to Bennett Mason’s apartment. When she walks into the room, she sees Bennett standing there with a smile, ready to greet her. She did not like the way how happy he looked. He was wearing a white plaid shirt and black pants, with the shirt being transparent enough for Eden to make out the outline of his abs. She tears her eyes away from his torso to his face, and she could not deny that he looked extremely handsome, which she had not noticed when they were in the penthouse

We stay there goofing for a while before Helena goes silent. "What?" I asked and looked back, following her eyes to see what had commanded her attention. And I cursed. Of course, he'd pull something like this. It's Nate, shirtless and in shorts. Those kinds that leave nothing to the imagination. Really? He had to do that right now?

Let me rephrase- than a shirtless Reid in grey sweats? His blue eyes flicker over my form, my bare legs on display beneath a skimpy pair of cotton sleep shorts. The thin little white tank I’m rocking with nothing under it probably doesn’t leave much to the imagination, and when Reid’s gaze lifts to collide with mine it’s filled with lustful approval.

I wonder if this is what it means to have a sibling, a brother. “Damnnnn, this looks great.” A hand reaches into my plate. I look up just in time to see Edward bite into my sandwich and I do a double take. He’s…naked? Asides the white bandages around his left arm, he’s completely bare. He’s barefoot, shirtless. The only thing he has on is a pair of shorts that’s sagging, showing off his hip bone. I blush and tear my eyes away from his body to catch him reaching for another sandwich.

ALEXANDER Maeve wore a red shirt that hugged every inch of her upper body like a second skin and with a low neck line that showed parts of her I'd never seen before, and that damn skirt. It made my throat go dry, the shirt might've stopped just above her belly button but the skirt was only inches away from showing her ass. It pissed me off that she came out like this, she's engaged...and most definitely not to this man who kept staring like he wanted to eat her up...just like every other man in here. Does she even realize what she's doing?

I jump out of my seat and rush to Jermaine’s door, knocking on it. Once I get his permission, I slip inside the room—but almost turn back when I see he’s shirtless, with just a white towel wrapped around his waist. He has well-defined eight packs and a narrow waist. Muscles bulge across his abdomen, firm and tight, disappearing into the towel. He’s such a feast for the eyes that I almost forget why I’m here. I cover my eyes, embarrassed that I’ve been staring for a good while. Turning around, I whisper, “You should get dressed.”