Patrick J Adams Shirtless Novels & Stories

He was standing in front of us. Adam was in his signature cloth, black expensive jeans and black T shirt. There was silver chain on his chest with the letter E as an initial. His eyes raked my body from the top to the buttom and then his eyes landed on my waist, halted at the hand of Jimmy that was casually resting there before glancing back at me. His eyes finally landed on our faces. He blatantly ignored mine ans acted like I wasn’t there when he finally addressed Jimmy with his deep voice.

Fearing that Shelton would be sleeping, I decided to send him a text this morning. I turned on the computer. Patrick went downstairs as soon as I clicked open the software. Wearing the same clothes as yesterday, he didn't tie his tie. Draping his shirt on his body roughly, he only buttoned three or four buttons without tying the shirt with his belt. The neckline was wide open, revealing a sturdy pectoral muscular line. Her hair hadn't been dried yet. And the water drops fell on his shirt all the way down his short hair, drop by drop.

she replied. "What? Come on, I need you help." he pleaded. "Nope." "Jennifer, just climb up..." he started. "I'm not wearing underwear." She blurted out. "..." Patrick's mouth hung open. "It's hot. So I'm not wearing anything. Just the shirt." She held the hem down and out, then shrugged her shoulders as if to apologize for the outfit.

Descending from the stairs, I scan the room, mom is with Amanda laughing over something she said. But my gaze is looking for a certain someone.. Adam. Just when I was about to give up my eyes fell on him. Quickly I took in his appearance as he stood tall looking like a snack. Like those models in a magazine. He is wearing a black chinos pants with a white shirt not buttoned up completely, exposing part of his chest. He must love white shirts so much and it suits him too. His suit is hung on his right arm, with his long sleeve shirt folded up stopping at the lower part of his elbow adding a dangerous feel to his look.

I made a mental note to actually spend more time with her before resuming back to college. I knocked on Adam's apartment door softly, expecting his usual stoic face and him grabbing the bag from me. I didn't complete the thought when the door opened to a sweaty and bare-chested Adam. His hair was rough and disheveled and hung in different directions. He was dressed only in black sweatpants and looked exhausted. He was obviously working out. I realised I had never seen Adam without clothes ever, my eyes widened at the beefy chest in front of me and I swallowed.

He's standing by the pool, shirtless, wearing only a pair of his perfectly fitted black trousers. The afternoon light hits his chest, highlighting every muscle. He’s pouring a drink, talking to a man I think I recognize. The owner of the BlueDave Marina. There are a few women laughing and splashing in the pool, but Adam isn’t paying them any attention. He’s just standing there, calm and composed, and it drives me mad with anger. A wave of heat floods my body, followed immediately by shame. Why does he have to look like that? Why does the sight of his stupid, wickedly chiseled body still make my knees feel weak?

I smile and pull him close to me, giving him a light kiss. “But now we are late, we have to go to the party of this little boy here.” My father-in-law will soon be calling to see why we haven't arrived yet, Rayka takes our hats and after putting Adam's on, I put him down, to take a picture of him before leaving. Adam is looking like a little cowboy, with a plaid shirt, jeans with a wide belt with a big buckle, and a leather Texan boot with silver spurs, to complete the cowboy look, he is wearing a black leather vest with the PBR embroidery.

I raised my hand to knock and it hovered in the air as the door swung open suddenly. “You took so long to get up. You might as well…” I froze, staring at the figure standing before me. It was Adam, his eyes focused, controlled anger flashing in his eyes. I furrowed my brows, and crossed my arms watching his face turn fierce. “Not today, Satan.” My shoulders moved then stopped as my gaze dropped downwards, and…he was shirtless. This was new. Adam had never been shirtless once in the room I was knocking.

My only fear was that he might change her into something else, ruining the goodness that was Diana. Because the bakery was toasty warm just the way I liked it, I wasn't wearing my jacket when the door opened. The rush of cold evening air that came in when one of the double doors to the bakery opened caused me to wrap my hands around my exposed arms. Adam came in, wearing his Anything on Wheels overall from Jimmy's shop. He didn't look at me when he tossed a greeting rudely my way on his way to the double fridge to take a bottle of water. I was so tired of his attitude that I called him back.

I put a zipper up matching jacket on over the bra. I quickly pack my bag with my scrubs and laptop, heading out my door. As I walk out, I run smack dab into Adam leaving his room. He is in basketball shorts with a hoodie covering his muscled torso. I can’t help but notice he has an amazing body, if only his personality had been equally amazing. Chuckling at myself, I move to the stairs when he takes my arm preventing me from taking that first step.