Enrique Iglesias Shirtless Novels & Stories

Her eyes widened as he took off his shirt, revealing his muscular physique, causing her to cover her eyes. "What the heck are you doing? Why are you taking off your shirt, are you crazy?" Manuela exclaimed, even more surprised when Uno took her hands and placed them on his chest, making her face flush. "I'm curious, Ms. Ibañez. Does my appearance give you the impression that I'm excessively thin? Is my physique noticeably slender, or perhaps even gaunt, to your eyes? I'm genuinely interested in your honest perception of my body type." Uno challenged, their eyes meeting, as Manuela felt her heart pounding.

My heart nearly lurched clean out of my chest. Javier was already there. He stood in the dark mouth of the kitchen doorway, perfectly still, watching me with an intensity that offered nothing away. And—far worse—he was shirtless. He wore only a pair of thin cotton sleep trousers, leaving his broad chest fully exposed: the wide, sculpted plane of it, the firm ridges of his abdomen, the clean lines of a body honed by discipline and kept in ruthless condition.

I felt someone's arms wrapping around my waist and removing the ladle off my hand. "You'll get burned, I will cook instead." Uno kissed my forehead and pushed me to the side gently. I just sat on one of the seats and watched his back muscles flexing as he cooked. He was topless, the only thing that he is wearing is probably his underwear and black sweatpants. I furrowed my brows. "Uno, why are you not wearing a shirt?" I asked. "Ah! I just thought that the conditioner on my shirt will also make you puke so I didn't bother." He laughed and didn't bother to glance at me.

"We are on a tropical island—I thought a Hawaiian shirt and a pair of shorts would suit me." I shake my head at him, covering my twitching lips with my hand. "Please, lose the shirt—blue doesn't fit you, neither do the bright flowers on it." "Lose the shirt, huh?" "Yeah," I look up at him, craning my neck. "Pick something—"I trail off, blinking when I notice the shirt is gone, and... Azrael's ripped torso is on full display, naked to the eye, literally. My heart is pounding. I knew Azrael was good-looking, but my entire body is tense from seeing his muscular body under the sun.

I crooned, pressing my palms flat onto his bare chest—it was only then I noted that he was shirtless. My eyes traced the valley between his pectoral muscles, moving down to the hills and ripples of his carved and chiseled abdominal muscles, right up until the V lines which led further down south with a dark sprinkling of hair. I swallowed but my throat had run dry so it felt like ingesting grains of sand. And, when I looked more closely, I realized Jericho only had on a pair of Iron Man boxers. A jovial smile crept onto my face even though my skin flushed from his utter lack of clothing, "Aren't you too old for these?"

As soon as he caught sight of me, he straightened up, his eyes lighting up with adoration. Clad in black slacks that hugged his frame perfectly, Izan wore a cream-white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing a glimpse of a black sweater underneath. His hair, tousled in the gentle breeze, framed his face in an effortlessly charming way. He was the epitome of effortless elegance, and my heart fluttered at the sight of him. He was pure perfection.

OMISSION OF FEAR #Songs #Adele #Remedy #JamesBay #NeedTheSunToBreak Iris and Javier sat across each other. She was sitting with her legs crossed in the middle of the bed wearing Javier's white crew neck t-shirt and black PJ shorts . Javier was leaning on the head board topless with his grey yoga pants on smiling. " You know my white V neck looks better on you than it does on me. " "Crew neck babe its round at the collar. Although I wouldn't be able tell the difference too ;cause the shirt is wearing me ."

Igni had not seen him yet, the reason why she was still yelling in my face. Elijah looked really handsome in the black shirt and black trousers he wore. The first two buttons of his shirt were opened and they made him look sexy as hell, and his slicked-back hair was almost making me wet. I licked my lips and looked away when he smirked at me. I looked at Igni. I was sure if she had seen him, she would have acted all submissive. The pretentious bitch. Thank Goodness she had her back turned to him, so she could display without thinking. I cackled a little at the thought but that seemed to have ticked her off.

ISABELLA GARCIA “This is so crazy, babe. Are you okay?” I rushed out to Enzo, flinging my bag onto our bed. Enzo sat at the edge of the bed, taking off his shoes. He was shirtless, his back carved into beautiful chunks of muscle that flexed as he moved. He turned to face me, his neck craning. I hurried across the room. I wanted to stop and take off my shoes too, but I needed to be beside him already.

He never allowed me and Elliot together in his room knowing we'll cause a chaos here. I moan wrapping my arms around his neck as he pulls my body flush to his. He pushes me down on the bed harshly before taking off his blazer and shirt. I bite my lips looking at my man standing there with ripping muscles and six-packs. He smirks at me taking off his pants as I let out a small moan. " Take it off before I rip it," he whispers huskily. I let out a shaky breath before zipping open my dress and throwing it on the ground. Enrique gets on top of me slowly discarding my other pieces of clothes until I was laying under him in nothing.