Vegeta Shirtless นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"We are on a tropical island—I thought a Hawaiian shirt and a pair of shorts would suit me." I shake my head at him, covering my twitching lips with my hand. "Please, lose the shirt—blue doesn't fit you, neither do the bright flowers on it." "Lose the shirt, huh?" "Yeah," I look up at him, craning my neck. "Pick something—"I trail off, blinking when I notice the shirt is gone, and... Azrael's ripped torso is on full display, naked to the eye, literally. My heart is pounding. I knew Azrael was good-looking, but my entire body is tense from seeing his muscular body under the sun.

I am so going to beat him this time ,you Maxwell just pray you didn't come in front of me soon otherwise this is going to be your last day. i am in a extra-large grey men's shirt and it won't take a genius to know whose shirt is this! With white shorts ,he changed my pants too ,I am back to taking deep breaths to control myself no wonder I felt so free to move around but what I dread the most is ,I hold my shirt forward to look inside confirming my doubt , I don't have a bra on... That's it I can't take this shit anymore

Vincent emerged from the shower, steam still clinging to his toned body like a lover's caress, droplets tracing lazy paths down his chest and abs before he toweled off with efficient strokes. He slipped into a sleeveless crew-neck baggy T-shirt in a muted brown shade, the soft fabric draping loosely over his broad shoulders and revealing the defined bulge of his biceps with every movement. Paired with black knee-length shorts, he looked effortlessly rugged, a man at ease in his skin and the paradise surrounding them. Water from his damp hair darkened spots on the shirt as he ran a hand through it, shaking off the last of the moisture before turning his attention to more practical matters.

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?

"Now, I can admire you properly." Astra heaved before she took in her mate. He was shirtless, his pectorals and arms bulging from too much training as dark purple vein marks were scattered just below his eight-packed abs. The veins disappeared into the front of his pants which were stained with her wetness and she knew where those veins ended. The lines of thick blood were purple-red all over his cock but took the color of his skin when the veins got to his thighs.

I couldn’t help but find him and the whole situation sexy. Ryu was wearing a sleeveless white shirt which left his arm muscles exposed. The more he moved, the more they coiled and flexed beautifully. Like a work of art. The vein lines were visible and his arms have never been so attractive to me before. I could just picture him pinning me down with them and having his way with me. Not to forget the fact that the shirt did nothing to hide his abs. In fact, they were accentuated for I could see all the lines and ridges of his muscular chest. Even the big pecs. And then those strong jean clad thighs… oh lord...

As I begin to examine them, I hear the door creak shut behind me. When I turn back, I find Alpha Aleksandr unbuttoning his shirt, the veins on his muscular hands flexing as he undoes the last button. His eyes lock onto mine as he slips the shirt off, revealing his chiseled torso. His broad shoulders and chest, defined abs, powerful upper arms, and slightly hairy forearms create a striking image, with the prominent V-line catching my eye, as it always does. My throat feels dry as Alpha Aleksandr continues to undress.

After about twenty minutes, we step out of the bathroom. I slip into the shirt and shorts Festar gave me. The shirt is huge, hanging just above my knees like a dress. The shorts don’t fit at all, so I toss them aside and walk out without them. Festar is by the TV with his back to me. He’s changed too. Shirtless, wearing only loose shorts that hang low on his hips. His body is ridiculous—every muscle defined and stretched tight under his tan skin. He looks like he was built to fight gods. His dark hair is tousled, like someone just dragged their fingers through it.

Even though Vee planned to ignore him, the silence between them didn't do anything to calm her nerves but it was probably for the best that nothing was said between them. Vanessa was about to take her leave when she bumped into a very hard substance. Brian. Her thoughts clouded her brain that she failed to notice he was standing very close to her. Vee swallowed painfully when her eyes met his upper body. He was shirtless. He had only his pyjamas bottom on. She would never understand why he loved being naked and yet he made her feel guilty for walking in on him when he had no clothes on.

We stay there goofing for a while before Helena goes silent. "What?" I asked and looked back, following her eyes to see what had commanded her attention. And I cursed. Of course, he'd pull something like this. It's Nate, shirtless and in shorts. Those kinds that leave nothing to the imagination. Really? He had to do that right now?