Itachi Shirtless Novels & Stories

She couldn't see the man who kept turning away from her coming in after her unless he intended to do it fully clothed. "Okay, but you have to strip down to your undies. No tricks," she said, calling his bluff. His jacket hit the floor and it was her turn to gulp. He undid one button and then another until his shirt was on the floor too. Aria inhaled sharply. She knew he was completely ripped under his tailored suits, but damn if seeing it wasn't something else. Aria was not a stranger to shirtless men. She had sparred with her fair share of them. Bart didn't sparr without a shirt though, so this was all new to her.

Chapter 7 Raul’ s POV Far be it from me to deny Scarlett what she wants, so when she started panting, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”, I had to comply. I am, after all, a gentleman. I unbuckle my jeans and start to slide them off as Scarlett, with one of her extended claws, makes my job easier and slices them off. It’s a good thing that she and I started keeping extra clothes at each other’s pack houses because of this very thing.

Alice then crossed her arms and stare forward with a furious gaze. When the door opens, Alice gasped loudly and turn around. Her soul almost left her body when Harry suddenly stands there without a shirt on and only wearing long pajama pants. Even his hair was wet and it glistens under the bright light. His gorgeous, pure testosterone of a body reminds her so much of Henry freakin Cavil, the only reason why she even watches Superman in the first place. "Oh my God, can you not be shirtless right now? Wear something please."

I seen towards him shockingly then my eyes landed on his upper body he is not wearing any shirt last night when I seen him he wore his t shirt now what happened wahh his abs and broad shoulders I never felt like this even to any models but now iam speechless to his body but when I seen his chest there is a tattoo it's my name iam looking at it he cleared his throat I came back to sense and seen him he said "last night you became too cold you are freezing and shivering I don't know what to do so I removed my shirt and your top to warm you"

I was just waiting for him to notice me, but it was like he didn't care, or he wasn't bothered, but I need this thing to work out tonight, and I need it to work quickly. Thane went straight to his bed, and laid on it. He was looking around still, and his eyes wandered to me. “Why are you looking at me?” Thane asked, and I responded by doing just one thing. I removed my shirt. I could see his eyes widen, and his brows furrowed into a frown, staring at my bare chest with no boobs on it. I was wearing a fake abs compression shirt, but it blended perfectly with my skin, that if you weren't looking too close, you wouldn't notice. It made my stomach look flat without abs, and that made it even mor

I stride in, calculating each step just in case he's as pissed as Michelle was. “Camilla.” I jump when he says my name because I can't see him. A second later he comes into frame. I suck in a breath trying not to stare at him, he is shirtless, wearing a pair of charcoal grey pajama pants. I try not to gawk at him but I find myself watching his upper body, my gaze trails on his tattoos, so flawlessly inked on his ever glowing skin. The mark of the pack sitting right above his bicep.

Some way. A soft knock at the door gets my attention. I wipe my eyes and walk over, wondering who it could be at this hour. My hand turns the knob. Jethro stands there, shirtless, wearing only dark pants that hang low on his hips. The sight steals my breath. His body is perfect; powerful muscles sculpted from years of Alpha strength, his neck tattoo winding down toward his chest, broad shoulders, and narrow waist. Bandages still wrap his shoulder, head, and neck, but they do little to hide how devastatingly handsome he is. Heat rises to my cheeks unbidden.

Inhaling a deep breath I calm myself trying to believe there was a rational reason for me to be mummified alive as the god remains quiet without attempting to explain. Cryptic, his expression remains as reaches my side and, his black attire unlike its usual crisp self, with the cloak once adorning his shoulders left by the chair he sat on and his long sleeves creased with the tunic over his torso fastened without care as it revealed the jade like skin of his collarbones before ruffling to the sides to part in a thin line of pale skin running down to his upper abdomen, giving a sense of extreme laziness. What happened I wonder, but my mind pulls up images of my struggling self in his hands, h

Brian who I never expected to still be in the room turned my way and a word was blurted out from his mouth "Gorgeous" I just shook my head and was about to enter the walk-in closet when I remembered that nothing was inside, I looked at Brian and noticed that he was no longer shirtless, a white shirt complimented the black pants he was wearing, and an expensive black belt in place with office black shoe. He looked like a handsome young man going for an interview, and no matter how his white office shirt covered his body it still couldn't hide the outline of his hot body, I shook the thoughts out of my head "Can you leave, please? I wanna change" I said.

“An Alpha walking barefoot, and half naked?” “Well, I've never been one to give a damn about what people have to say.” “Whatever!” He rolled his eyes. The moonlight caught the sheen of sweat on his human form. He was wearing a thin singlet and ‘miraculously’ a crumpled shirt still clung to his arm. With a sigh, he peeled off the shirt.