Noah Beck Shirtless Novels & Stories

His body pressed into mine, bare skin meeting bare skin, sending sparks down my spine. I gasped staring at the shirtless man in front of me. This... This was...he was... Breathtaking. I pulled away from the kiss, roaming my hands around Noah's bare shirt. The man was ripped! His body was toned with abs and packs, and his muscles were firm. I heard Noah snicker before leaning down again, moving towards my ear. "You don't need to take it all at once, this all belongs to you." He whispered, his lips touching my earlobe.

Noah's eyes flickered down my body, darkening with something he probably didn't even realize was pure, unfiltered hunger. "W-what?" he stammered, throat bobbing as he forced himself to look anywhere but at me. I smirked. Adorable. "Nothing," I murmured, my warm breath teasing his skin. "Wanna see for yourself?" His entire body tensed. "Uh, I-I d-don't think we should-" He didn't finish that sentence. Because the second my fingers began unbuttoning my oversized shirt-slowly, deliberately-he went silent. I slid the fabric down my shoulders, exposing the soft curve of my bare breasts, and-

Storm's POV Noah's eyes were fixated on me, I took a good look at him, his usually shaggy hair was slicked back and he was dressed in a black tuxedo that clung to his body, he had shaved his beards. He exuded confidence and authority. Our eyes looked and I ran my tongue over my lip unconsciously. The sexual tension in the room could be cut with a knife. Tasha cleared her throat and we broke eye contact.

Chapter 1593 Noah was completely naked, and the paparazzi would not let go of such a good opportunity. They took a series of photos to capture Noah's ugly side. "Ah, don't take pictures! Close your eyes..." Noah was really on the verge of collapse. She fell to the ground without anything to cover herself with, so she picked up the scattered sportswear of Harry and held it tightly against her chest, trembling and afraid to move. At this moment, a burst of applause suddenly came from outside the door.

he asks, noticing my hesitation. — I… I prefer… to do it alone… I murmur, my face flushing. He gently shakes his head, a reassuring smile on his lips. — I understand… but let me just this once. I want you to relax completely. I’ll take care of you, I promise. I nod timidly, unable to resist his sweetness, the way he knows exactly what I need. He slowly removes his shirt, showing me that he respects my boundaries and that nothing will be rushed.