Jace Norman Shirtless Novelas e Histórias

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.

Then he topped off his attire with a disappointed look directed at me. Jace wore a black dress pant which he paired with a black shirt, the sleeves pulled to his muscled elbow, and the first three buttons popped revealing his rock-hard chest. His caramel blonde hair was neatly trimmed and a little ruffled, his facial hair was shaved into a six o'clock shadow, and raging green eyes found my desperate brown orbs. The silence that accompanied their arrival was deafening, my heartbeat thumbed frantically against my chest.

I didn’t expect my summer to start with a slap in the face from reality—and definitely not in the form of Jace Carter, my brand-new stepbrother, standing shirtless in the kitchen like he owned the place. He turned as I walked in, a lazy smirk spreading across his face as he took in my crop top and high-waisted shorts. His eyes dragged down, slow and cocky, like he already knew I hated it… and loved it. “Morning, Princess,” he said, leaning against the counter. “Nice shorts.”

The kind of building I'll never be able to afford. I buzz his apartment number. The door clicks open without anyone asking who I am. Sixth floor. Apartment 612. The hallway smells like new carpet and money. I knock twice. Jace opens the door wearing sweatpants and nothing else. I should look away. I should definitely look away. But my eyes betray me, tracing the hard lines of his chest, the bruises purpling his ribs, the way his stomach muscles flex when he breathes. "See something you like?" I snap my gaze up to his face. "Put on a shirt."

"Jace!!! I-I'm so sorry!! I-I thought y-you were some trapper!" Cringing from the pain, Jace groaned and frowned as blood leaked down his face from the open cut in his forehead. He stood up, leaning forward as crimson droplets splattered the ground. Feeling guilty as hell, I took a step forward, but he immediately raised a hand up. "Stay the fuck away from me..." he growled, eyeing me from the corner of his eye. "And for Selene's sake, but some dam clothes on..." he threw me a pair of khaki green cargo pants and an XS white tank top, turning his back against me as he began to swipe the blood off his face.

With all of them. Jace places a soft kiss on my lips before drying himself off and taking my hand. With us both completely naked, he leads me towards his bedroom. Jace grabs two shirts and a pair of jeans. He hands me one of the shirts and I slip it on over my head. "Mmm. I love the way you look in my shirts baby." Jace says, as he looks me up and down. "I love wearing your shirts. They make me feel close to you." I whisper, looking down at myself, then back up to him.

Let his shirt cling to his abs a little too much after drills. Tonight, after the rest of the team cleared out, she stayed to finish reports. She didn’t expect him to still be there. Or to hear the shower still running in the empty locker room. She walked in, annoyed. But what she saw stopped her cold. Jace. Leaning against the tile. Head tilted back. Naked. Fisting himself slowly. The veins on his shaft were visible through the mist. His body glistened under the hot water. He looked like sin sculpted in sweat and steam.

My heart skips. I hurry across the room and open the door, blinking in surprise, and maybe something else, when I see Jensen standing there. He’s shirtless, and the hallway light casts a warm glow across his bare chest, the lines of his muscles defined and strong. He’s wearing only a pair of loose pants that sit low on his hips, and for a second I forget to breathe.

This was his chance to do that. Just like he said, fifteen minutes later, I saw Jace’s red Prado jeep pull up not so far from where I sat at the entrance of the hospital. The car door opened, and Jace stepped out in a white polo shirt and blue jeans. I rarely see Jace in casual clothing. Most of the times I’ve seen him, he’s always been in suits and long-sleeved t-shirts. However, seeing him in casual clothing was also a sight to behold. He looked around, not seeing me for the first few seconds he stepped out of the car, but when he finally did, he stepped towards me.

The laughter grew clearer, And then I saw him— Jace, leaning against the kitchen counter like he owned the place, well technically, he did. His dark shirt clung just enough to show the shape of him, sleeves pushed up like he couldn’t be bothered to do things properly. His head was tilted slightly, eyes locked on the girl standing way too close to him, she laughed again and touched his arm