Jace Norman Shirtless Novels & Stories

I ask as I blink a few times , my vision getting adjusted. " What's wrong ? " My vision focuses and I get a clear look at Jace . With his messy bed hair and his popping well defined muscles stealing my glances , he looks fine . I could have reacted normally if he was wearing a shirt instead of just boxers. " Can you wear a shirt ? " I ask , looking away . " Why ? Are you getting distracted ? " He leans against the door , his arms crossing across his chest . He smirks at me casually , making my heart skip a beat .

I passed him a smile as he took his seat. "Badboy?"His eyebrow raised which made him extremely cute. I took time to check him out,he wore a red blazer jacket,a skyblue long sleeve buttoned up shirt and a dark blue trousers,he was smoking hot. Unlike the other guys I have seen including my brother,they were all wearing a tie or a bow tie but Jace didn't have one on, instead his first two buttons were opened,Typical Jace. "Of all the nicknames, badboy?Anyways,I like it"He chuckled.

Maybe I deserved this before everything came crashing down. "Let me at least get dressed first," I said with a small laugh, wrapping a towel around myself. "Make it quick. We've got a whole city to conquer." Two hours later, we were walking down Fifth Avenue, and I felt like I'd stepped into a different world. Jace was dressed casually in dark jeans and a fitted black shirt that showed off his athletic build, but even in simple clothes, people recognised him. Whispers followed us everywhere, phones lifted discreetly to capture photos of the NHL rising star and his controversial girlfriend.

Jace was already there. He was shirtless, standing near the edge of the pool, water dripping down his heavily muscled back and shoulders. His tattoos gleamed under the soft pool lights, the intricate designs moving with every shift of his powerful body. He had clearly just finished swimming — his dark hair was wet, slicked back from his face, and his black swim trunks hung low on his hips, showing the deep V-line of his abs and the sharp cut of his obliques. My mouth went dry.

“Okay, so uhm...just... clean him....That’s it. I'll pretend that didn’t happen. I'll pretend I didn’t lose my mind for five minutes over Elias.” With trembling legs, he pushed himself up again and returned to the bed. Elias lay still, his chest rising and falling in slow, steady rhythm. Jace hesitated. Then he reached for the buttons of his Alpha’s blood-stained shirt. “Okay… here we go…” He popped one button, then the next and then the third. As he slid the fabric apart, the shirt peeled back to reveal hard muscle, smooth skin, and a sculpted chest that looked like it had been carved by the goddess of temptation herself.

“He did.” Atlas stood on the other side of the circle, arms folded, jaw clenched so hard it could’ve snapped steel. His storm-gray eyes lifted slowly to meet Jace’s, who, until now, had been lounging against a stone pillar like this was all beneath him. And maybe it was. Jace straightened, pushing off the wall with quiet grace. He was on a black training shirt, his dark hair swept back effortlessly. He didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. His smirk said enough.

She didn’t say a word. Instead, her hands found his shirt again, and she slid it off in one swift motion. His mouth moved to her neck, and she tilted her head to give him more. Her hands trembled as she unzipped her hoodie, sliding it off one arm, then the other. Underneath, she wore a tank top with no bra. He stared at her chest, breathing uneven. “I shouldn’t be seeing you like this,” Jace muttered. “Then look away.”

It felt cold, suddenly. Just then, the bedroom door swung open. In the moonlight, Jace stood in the doorway wearing the white shirt I'd bought him. Collar open, revealing sculpted collarbones. Sleeves rolled to the elbows, forearms lean and powerful. My heart skipped a beat. That shirt was my favorite. When I'd bought it, I'd practically forced him to model it for me. He'd frowned and said it was too tight, but I'd pinned him down and made him put it on.

" I swallow hard, realizing there’s no escape. This is the devil, and I had invited him in. With trembling hands, I reach for the knot of my sweats. The fabric slips easily through my fingers, and before I can stop it, the pants drop to my ankles. I step out of them, my bare legs exposed to the chill of the night air. I’m left wearing nothing but Jace’s oversized white t-shirt, clinging to me like a fragile shield. His shirt is long, but just not long enough when the soft breeze moves it. He stares, his gaze lingering on the bare skin beneath the shirt. His eyes darken, filled with something dangerous and possessive. “No underwear?” His voice is a low rumble.

I sigh in relief, I should be safe with his mom home, so I quicken my steps so he doesn’t get angry at me for taking too long. I press the doorbell and wait. My heartbeat quickens when the door opens and I see Jace standing there, shirtless. He’s holding a shirt in his hand, so I must have caught him as he was finishing up getting dressed. He glances up and down the street and then nods for me to come in. Is he embarrassed to have me in his house? My eyes are still on his bare chest when his hardened voice gets my attention, “What the fuck do you need to talk to me about?” I almost frown when he slides his shirt over his head, but cover it up right away.