Patrick Dempsey Shirtless Novels & Stories

He was there. Damien stood at the counter, shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, the deep V of his pelvis on full display. His muscles were insane — broad shoulders, thick chest, abs carved like stone, arms veined and powerful from years of whatever dark shit he did when he wasn’t playing the perfect husband. Tattoos covered his skin like dark stories I wanted to trace with my tongue. He turned when he heard me, and our eyes locked. The air thickened instantly.

Charlie P.O.V. I watched Damien out of the corner of my eye as he moved to the line of clothes Paxton had left up overnight to dry. Paxton was probably the closest to Damien's height, but Damien's thighs and hips were a lot larger and way more muscular than Paxton's. My jaw dropped as Damien pulled them on, getting the zipper up a few inches but leaving the button undone. The trail of dark hair leading down beneath the fabric made me very happy indeed, and I had to swallow hard to keep from drooling.

Just as I turned toward my bed, my bedroom door opened and there he was again. Damon stood there, wearing only gray sweatpants. He was shirtless. His abs was looked like muscle that has been sulpted. He had scars that ran across his midsection and shoulders. Plus, there was a fresh fresh scratch mark running down his left side. “Sophie,” he said, his voice was rough and it sounded very dangerous. “We need to talk. Now.” He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. I suddenly became very much aware of how little I was wearing. My silk robe had slipped open slightly, revealing the swell of my breasts and the curve of my thighs.

Was Perseus giving him lessons or is this the real Deimos without the suit and cold demeanor? I rush past him, now fully clothed and jump straight into the shower to wash off all my dirty thoughts away. My body feels infinitely clean but my mind is still dragging in the gutters when I see him in khaki shorts and a black loose shirt, his chest peeking through the neckline. “Up for some exploring?” he says as I pull out my outfit of the day. “I was thinking we could do some shopping and enjoy the sun. We have a reservation at 9 so we have all day.”

Just like right now, I want to burn this image of him in my mind. He was shirtless, but he still had his pants on and he was putting on an apron. Yes, I really am going to bleed to death if I have to keep seeing him like this. He’s so hot.

"Well at least he's here." The chopper landed finally and out came Damien in Ash joggers and black shirt. I'll be dammed if he didn't look sinful and sexy in those clothes. Joseph came out too. wearing a yellow shirt and dark jeans. There was another man but he was the one holding their golf essentials.

Chapter 93: What P.K Stands For Poppy watched as he went to the bar and placed their order, noticing the way his jeans hugged his shapely behind. He'd changed out of the blue chambray shirt he'd been wearing earlier. Now he had on a crisp white western-style shirt that fastened with pearlescent snaps. The long sleeves had been rolled up to reveal muscular forearms flecked with dark hair. As he returned, her eyes snapped up to his, and again she saw amusement there. She drew her cardigan around herself once again.

he probably started a business and taught others like I taught. "Alpha," they all shouted in unison and I lost my train of thought due to the interruption. I turned towards the entrance and saw James in a pair of grey shorts but no shirt. How long has he been standing there? 'Girl that's the least of your concern right now! His shirt is off! You always wanted to see how he looked like shirtless,' Chloe said and I dipped my eyes to his well sculptured chest.

Is it often passerbys would come in lacking foot coverage? “No shirt. No service.” She nodded at the back wall where there was a handful of shirts hanging on a rusted old Z rack. He found one men’s large it was the only one that wasn’t pink. The shirt was black and had the shape of North Carolina on it and it read Come on and Raise up. Well then. This is it I guess. He turned to the clerk grinned and put the shirt on. It was a tad snug on his biceps and he felt ridiculous. He looked in the reflection of the drink cooler and he looked like something from a wrestling poster.

His very naked, sexy chest. “I can walk, you know!!!” “I know. It was just taking you forever and I couldn’t resist seeing the look on your face.” Upon entering the closet, he put me down. The towel was secured around his waist. He looked absolutely delicious. What is wrong with me? I turned my back on him and heard him take off the towel and pull something on. “Okay, I’m decent.” Turning he was in a pair of black running shorts that did nothing to disguise the rather large bulge. He undid the cuffs with a key he grabbed off the top shelf of the closet and let us loose. Looking at the shirt I was wearing, he smiled and pulled out a Five Finger Death Punch concert shirt.