Novel & Cerita Steven Seagal Shirtless

"My parents poked fun of me because of it." "Why does that sound so familiar?" Raeleigh recalled the time she first met Jepherson. For a split second, she was at a loss for words. It struck Jepherson as well and he added, "I'm not referring to you. This actually happened. Ever since then, I never go shirtless in public and I rarely go for swims now." "Are you traumatized?" Raeleigh could not imagine how Jepherson felt. She guessed that he was probably overcome with embarrassment at that time.

Beneath it, he was already wearing his black training gear - a sleeveless, high-collared tunic made of reinforced silk that clung to his frame like a second skin. The fabric left nothing to the imagination. The movement of his muscles was highlighted with every breath. Even Selene, who stood several yards away draped in her pristine white, failed in her pretense of being above such worldly distractions. Her eyes flickered toward Austin, her polite smile faltering as her gaze lingered a second too long on the dark, powerful silhouette he cut against the morning sun. Jaxon was there too, standing a few paces behind Selene, but he didn't even blink at the display. His eyes were locked on me, hi

He continued guiding the route and I continued following him but…. I had to stop myself and guess, close my eyes too. Out of nowhere, he starts taking off his shirt and then his white t-shirt which he was wearing. What the hell? Am I supposed to close my eyes or open them? I have not seen any men shirtless before. What should I do? I tried peeking through my fingers while covering my eyes with my hands. So this is how they look like when men are shirtless. I have, not for a moment had imagined a guy can be so attractive without a shirt. His perfect 8 abs, white but bit tanned skin, broad arms….How can someone be so perfect?

, he smirked much to her amusement. She picked up her phone and left his room to face time Steff, "Yooo babe, how are you, you're still there. Won't you be coming back again, infact where are you?", Steff questioned. "I am.... "Hey, nice meeting you", Rashid cut in, he had removed the singlet he had worn earlier in the room when he was taking to Janelle. Janelle turned her back to see him shirtless, his tanned skin, bulging muscles, six very well muscles abs, he wore his Jean, but it was left open at his thigh level.

The sensor light is on, casting a bright light over Selena who's hunched over at the bottom of my stairs. "Oi!" she shouts, her words slurred. "Did you hear what I said?" She giggles and sways, almost falling off the bottom step. Christ. I rush to the front door and fumble with the locks before pulling it open. My lips part as a pang of surprise slams into my gut. I freeze, holding my breath, as Seth drops his stare to my bare legs. He looks so good in a white button shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and a pair of fitted black slacks. In this moment, he looks more like a businessman than a fighter.

They are all dressed in black combat clothes, except Raelin, who is shirtless and dressed just in green combat pants and boots. Dear Selene…. I helplessly gulp instantly at the sight of my mate’s half-naked body, nearly swallowing my tongue. My pulse races as I take in his sculpted, abdominal muscles that are bathed in shiny sweat. I am completely unable to resist the urge that is successfully tempting me to stare more and more as I almost lick my lips. He is so effortlessly handsome and so fucking sexy, plus that dark, wet, messy hair strands falling over his tired-looking teal eyes, my fingers already itching to touch and dig into those damp strands.

Strong hands shot out and grabbed my waist, keeping me from falling, and Cassian raised an eyebrow at me when he saw the shirt in my hand. I gave him a sheepish smile and stepped backwards and — HOLY SHIT! How had I not noticed this before?! The man was shirtless! And not just shirtless. He was sweaty and breathing deeply. His hair was slicked away from his face, the ends curling slightly from the dampness, and his muscles seemed to be bulging more than normal. "Um...hey." My voice sounded hoarse and high-pitched at the same time, and I coughed, my ears hot with embarrassment. "I mean... Hi. Good morning. Um... I didn't see you there. I mean..."

They had survived the Leviathan in New York, but they looked battered, exhausted, and deeply shaken by the apocalyptic events of the past twenty-four hours. Through the white steam of the venting engines, two silhouettes emerged. Harper walked down the ramp first. Her black commander’s uniform was stained with ash and ocean salt, but her posture was immaculate. She didn't look like a survivor; she looked like a queen returning from a conquered battlefield. But it was the man walking beside her that made every soldier on the deck hold their breath. Sebastian Sterling stepped into the harsh hangar lights. He was shirtless, his ruined tactical gear having been entirely incinerated by the Titan'

and hot. ''Good morning, Karlisle... How was the morning jog?'' Steffan said as he tried to smile in front of Karlisle who was wearing a thin and sleeveless cotton shirt and his comfortable blue pants. To Karlisle, he just looked so sexy and seductive with his newly-awakened look. ''It was nice. The weather is pretty good too,” Karlisle then sat on the table, still eyeing Steffan’s body, “You're fixing pancakes?''

"You win," Stevan said, and the maids clapped and cheered. Caraline clapped along, though her face still looked cold. She had to admit that the figure of Thomas was what Deric had brought out of the ordinary. Was Thomas Deric's little friend? "You have a two-minute break," Stevan said. The man began to undress, stripping off his black shirt to reveal a sleeveless T-shirt that immediately showed off his massive muscles. For once, the maids screamed in excitement.