Ezra Miller Shirtless Novels & Stories

Cole would be easily spotted if he came around now. After much thought, Mila climbed onto the bed. She pulled back Nathan's blanket and unbuttoned his shirt nervously. "I'm sorry, Nate. Your clothes are soaking wet. I'll have to take them off, or you're going to catch a cold again. I hope you don't mind. I don't mean anything else," Mila murmured to calm her nerves. Nathan's strong, sturdy chest was laid bare. His skin was healthy and flawlessly muscled and toned. Every inch of his muscle was incredibly seductive.

This might very well be fake advertising. Still, thanks to her curiosity, Millie gave Isabella the five thousand dollars. Soon, she received the uncensored version. Sure enough, it was fake advertising! Pierce's strong upper body was exposed to the air. Drops of sweat were rolling down his muscles, and his Adam's apple was well-defined. However, he was wearing pants that covered the lower half of his body!

“Are you going out dressed in that?” I look down and feel my cheeks burn crimson red. I had found a plain black button-up shirt in Ezra's closet, it hangs modestly all the way to my knees. I had nothing to wear, not after my dress was torn in two by Ezra last night, and certainly not when my panties were soaked through and through.

I take my things upstairs with Max on my shoulders. I take a shower and go down for dinner after unpacking my things. During dinner I hear the front door closer and my heart begins to beat faster than usual, I see Mr. Miller hold a brief case, he shrugs off his coat and hang it on the rack. His hair looks messy like his been passing his hands through it alot of times. The first two bottons on his shirt has been undone and I see his defined chest which I was to lick. Fuck, he looks like a Greek god.

The sheets tangled around my legs felt different and foreign. Ezra stood there, staring down at me. His face twisted in anger and disbelief. He was shaking. Shirtless with his skin pale in the morning light. Shorts hanging low on his hips low enough that I could see the V of his muscles dipping down. The trail of dark hair leading lower. His hands balled into fists at his sides. Chest rising and falling fast. Like he was fighting something. God, he looked good like this. Scared. Exposed. Mine.

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?

And more than anything… I wanted him, too. Possibly more than he wanted me. I needed him in this moment. I needed him. I grabbed at the back of my dress and fought to undo it enough that it could slip off me. Ezra’s eyes widened as he watched me. Eventually, too long later, I was able to push it off my shoulders. The flimsy bra came off with it, so I was standing bare in front of him with only my underwear in a pool of mourning clothes of the ones I killed.

She didn't know what he intended to do, but she wanted more bare skin from him. He paused and pulled his T-shirt off. Under that was a dark vest made from Kevlar worn over a white undershirt. He winced as he ripped the Velcro straps free. Both vest and undershirt were shed quickly, giving her the first glimpse of a shirtless Evan. She sighed and smiled, pleased with the view. Miles of muscular planes sculpted his chest and stomach. He leaned over her and bumped her nose with his. "Happy?" She laid her palm against his chest. "Very. Now the pants."

Despite her words, Melanie was inching closer to Ezra. Everyone else was dressed in warm hiking gear, but Melanie was different. Her jacket was purposely unzipped to reveal the curve of her sports bra, and her thin yoga pants clung to her long, toned legs—her body undeniably attractive in a way that would catch any man's eye. Ezra hesitated for a moment, his eyes momentarily shifting.

Jessie smiled and came to lay the dresses on the bed beside Ana. Ana eyed all of the dresses and saw they were all nighties. “Am I supposed to wear this to meet with Mr Miller?” She looked at Jessie in question. Jessie nodded. “One of the staffs gave me these, they are all sent from Mr Miller. He wants you to be very comfortable while you're having your rest in his home.”