Noah Beck Shirtless Novels & Stories

she whispered. She tugged it free and held it up. And then she remembered exactly why she had never worn it. It had spaghetti straps, a slit that reached mid-thigh and a deep V-neck and of course, it was backless. Her mouth fell open. “This can’t be my only option.” Emma stood there, frozen, holding the fabric like it was going to bite her. Her reflection raised an eyebrow at her. She was going to look like a klutz. A shiny, overdressed, high slit klutz. If she tripped and flashed Noah, that would be the end. Of her dignity. Of her social life. Of her family name.

He smiled, staring at me like I had sworn my soul to him, “Good, I will tell you everything, but now, I would love for us to take a few pictures,” “Okay,” I said in a soft tone. The crowd went wild, and the cheers filled the air as Noah helped me walk out of the car. “She is wearing her first design,” “Is this a statement that she is taking back the Sah fashion house?” The questions filled the air, their cameras snapping aggressively, each man trying not to miss a story that would break the internet. “Noah Beck and Sasha Beck,” someone announced as we walked to the red carpet. Noah's hand wrapped gently around my waist, his lips fanning my ear as he whispered, “You look like a dream,”

But the ache lingered—inside and out. When I came out, Noah was already dressed in board shorts and a faded tank top, holding a soft gray T-shirt out to me. “Here,” he said quietly. “Can’t let you walk back in just a bikini at this hour. People will talk.” I took it without meeting his eyes. “Thanks.” The shirt was huge on me, falling to mid-thigh, soft and worn. It smelled faintly of him—sun and salt and something clean. I slipped on my sandals, grabbed my sarong, and headed for the door.

ALORA "Are you sure that you don't want to go for a swim?" Noah asked as he unbuttoned his shirt, leaving him bare chested before reaching for his belt to unbuckle it. I won't even lie. He looks so buff and huge that I almost lost my balance from staring. I tried to pretend like I was okay with it but I wasn't. He was literally getting undressed in front of him and it wasn't just him. Half the entire school was here and half naked.

“Like, actual Chicago. With buildings and wind and... you're in a hotel room?" “Yes,” I whisper. My heart starts doing a nervous little dance in my chest as I glance over my shoulder. Noah is sprawled across the bed behind me. He’s completely shirtless, one arm thrown over the pillow I apparently abandoned when I rolled away. His hair is a mess, long dark strands falling unruly over his shoulders, and his face is relaxed in a way I don’t see often. He shifts slightly, his nose crinkling as he mumbles something incoherent into the sheets.

he gave her a lovely smile while tightly holding her hands. "But, I can't help and think about that day. How she was struggling in the water and asking for mercy." she closed her eyes, letting those tears fall. Noah wiped them with his thumbs. "we can at least try, hmmm." he hummed asking for permission last time as she nodded in approval. She went to the changing room, taking his clothes with her, a plain black shirt and neon shorts. Since she was wearing a shirt with half sleeves and shorts, her toned muscles were visible. "Wow, I mean just wow. I am shocked." Noah said checking her out.

“Something wrong with me?” “No, just that you need to wear some makeup to fit the dress and hide your...”His finger drew circles in the air, referring me that I need to re-star myself all over. Noah gave me a wink and began to take off his shirt. Just in a minute, he was naked in this room. “Wow! What you doing here? It’s women’s room!”I turned over to escape from the scene. “I don’t like being wet. But I still like you to be wet.”

He was handsome in a light blue cotton shirt, a maroon tie with dark blue stripes, and dark blue trousers, neatly combed hair and leather loafers. But, the one in front of me now, was Noah wearing a white t-shirt under a dark brown leather jacket, black jeans, boots, messy hair after taking off his helmet and uh, why did the blue shadow on his chin, a sign that he hadn't shaved for a few days, made him look even more... Sexy? Damn it! He was only going to make me face two choices. Have a heart attack and die of curiosity or have severe insomnia until I became a zombie.

Even with a sexy, committed boyfriend like Andrew, it was nice to know that I could still turn a head like Noah’s. “Crystal…” “Yeah?” I asked, my heart suddenly fluttering. “Can I take my shirt off?” I blinked in confusion. “What?” Noah fidgeted with his sleeves. “Can I take my shirt off? It’s kind of hot in here.” “Oh, yes, of course.” I looked away as Noah unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his torso. I couldn’t avoid looking at him forever, though, so I turned and got an eyeful of Noah.

His tongue touches mine and it's like a bolt of lightning directly to my core. In an unplanned frenzy, we fumble at each other's waistbands. He shoves my jeans down. I try to do the same with his jeans, but the denim snags on his thighs. He grins and lifts his ass to help me out. He's still wearing a shirt, but naked below the waist, and his cock springs up, long and thick. My mouth actually waters. "Fuck," Noah chokes out as his gaze roams my nude body. Our gazes lock. A second ticks by, two, three.