Jack Wolfe Shirtless Novels & Stories

“Yeah, you should take those dripping clothes off, you don't want to catch a cold” “I rarely get cold”. I saw a small smile play on his lips, and it warmed me. I looked away as he took off his shirt. My heart was palpitating wildly and I was certain he could hear it. “Jovie?” He called in a soft voice. I turned to stare at him, and my mouth almost dropped to the floor. He was still shirtless though he had his back to me. I couldn't help gazing at the large wolf tattoo on my back. I had never seen it. For a stupid second, I imagined my hands running over it.

Wolfe get changed was harder than I anticipated. Every movement brought us closer, the air between us growing heavier with each passing second. His shirt slipped off his shoulders, revealing smooth, tan skin and a body that was far too perfect for someone who spent so much time behind an office. I kept my eyes concentrated on the task, refusing to let them wander. “Relax,” Mr. Wolfe said suddenly, his voice low. “I'm relaxed,” I replied, though my hands quivered slightly as I reached for the buttons on his pants.

my wolf snickered. "I thought we have settled this," "Yes but-," "But nothing, keep your wolfy mouth shut," I said blocking her out, turning my attention to my mate. Jack wore a dark-washed jeans matched with an ocean blue flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, leaving his toned forearms on display. We were wearing matching couple outfits, hashtag couple goals. His dark hair was in its usual nest style that gave him a rugged, bad boy Alpha look that every parent told their children about to scare them and also, doesn't want their daughter to be with.

I suggested. “I guess. Come on. Let’s go. I will shift and you can ride on my back. You will need to carry my clothes.” Jet sighed as he stripped down to nothing. “This is where those clothes would come in handy.” I sat on the hood and watched the show unfold in front of me. “True, but when you wouldn’t get to look at this amazing body.” His arrogance was thick as he gestured down his torso. “How will I survive?” rolling my eyes and picking up his clothes as he shifted. All it took was for me to bend over to grab his pants and suddenly there was a massive black wolf standing in front of me with red eyes.

All I could do between battling my wolf and holding his stare, was try to stay calm without responding to Bree to shut the hell up. I couldn’t stop examining every aspect of his body as he had moved closer and closer to me. His jeans hung loose yet comfortably around his waist. He wasn’t dressed to impress with his outfit. His shirt was a plain black polo shirt that seemed to cling to him in all the right spots to show off and accentuate his muscles perfectly. I had to seriously ask myself if I was drooling out the side of my mouth by the time he was standing in front of me.

The warmth was more heated because he was waiting to spill hot lava on us. "The volcano is about to burst." Eclipse commented. My wolf is definitely having fun being a commenter. I gulped, turning around. He was controlling his wolf to jump out and punish me as he took deep low breaths. I chuckled nervously, glancing at the handsome man, "I gotta go. Thanks for asking." He held me back, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Wait, I want to give you this." He removed his shirt and handed it to me, flashing his million-dollar smile.

He pulled out her chair. "Thank you," she murmured. He sat across from her, but then stood almost immediately to speak with one of the employees. It gave her a moment to really see him. He looked like he’d stepped straight out of a movie scene—black shirt fitted to his frame like it had been tailored with only him in mind, sleeves rolled up just enough to show strong forearms and a luxury watch that glinted when he moved. The dim lighting played on the edges of his cheekbones, sharpening the line of his jaw, and yet… his expression was unreadable. Calm. Unshaken. Adrian Wolfe.

This can’t be happening ! I forced open my eyes and tried to analyze the horrifying situation I had got myself into. Ok. So there is someone clinging to me like a leech but my bloody wolf is loving it. And what am I wearing under the sheets ? It is remarkably comfortable and airy, I must admit. Let me feel. Zikes ! Don’t freak out Jax. Deep, cool breaths. Ok. One two three. One two three. Breathe. WHY THE FUCKING HELL AM I STARK NAKED SAVE FOR MY BRIEFS ON ME ?

Lowering my legs, my feet touch the ground, my body pressed between the wall and his hard body. “Your turn, Mr. Wolf,” I say, in a hushed whisper, as I unzip the jacket, hugging his broad shoulders. Helping him, the jacket falls to the ground, my hands already tugging the shirt up his chest and over his head. My eyes taking in the beauty before me. Sure, I have seen him shirtless, but goddess, I swear each time I do, it’s like the first time all over again. My hands exploring the cracks and crevices of his muscles. Placing the lightest kiss against his chest, enjoying the sigh hanging in the space between us.

This can’t be happening ! I forced open my eyes and tried to analyze the horrifying situation I had got myself into. Ok. So there is someone clinging to me like a leech but my bloody wolf is loving it. And what am I wearing under the sheets ? It is remarkably comfortable and airy, I must admit. Let me feel. Zikes ! Don’t freak out Jax. Deep, cool breaths. Ok. One two three. One two three. Breathe. WHY THE FUCKING HELL AM I STARK NAKED SAVE FOR MY BRIEFS ON ME ?