Romans & histoires Levi Shirtless

I said, my voice cracking slightly. “I know,” he murmured, he turned toward my mother. “Mother, I have some things to take care of. Dad’s already there. See you both later.” He leaned down, kissed her cheek lightly, and then—just for a second—his gaze flicked to me. I couldn’t stop myself. The words slipped out before I could even think. “You’re…apparently half naked?” He froze mid-step. “Yes, Levi,” he said slowly. “Mostly like this. Can’t keep all these gorgeous abs covered all the time, you know. How else would people drool over them?”

When his eyes landed on me, they never shifted, they relaxed in an instant, relief and something else flooding over his face like the thaw of the longest winter. Levi came to me with the fear of breaking a dream, each motion reluctant and guarded. His black woollen greatcoat unfastened, collar turned back against the October night and in place of his tidy business dress something baggy, in dark grey pants as silky to the touch as they looked and a black button-down shirt with rolled-up sleeves exposing forearms. Still immaculate, still classically Levi in his neurotic finicky fastidiousness and fine textures, but loose somehow. More human.

I whispered to Levi as the tears start to uncontrollably flow down my face. Levi got my attention the very first time I met him at the cafe. He was sitting alone at one of the tables. I wanted to approach him, but then he looked like he would kill anyone who would approach him. His face was stuck in my head for weeks. I couldn't forget him. I saw him again at the same cafe, walking out with a coffee in his hand. I wanted to approach him again, but another man bumped against him and the coffee spilled all over his shirt. I was expecting him to lash out at the man, but he just brushed it off, threw away the coffee cup, and walked off.

Momma will love sitting out there, I’m hoping we can sit together and read, talk and become mother and daughter like we should be. Upstairs Levy closes the door with his foot and strips off his biker jacket followed very quickly by his black T-shirt. His abs are ripped, for a man in his late thirties he has an amazing body. My mouth waters just drinking him in like a tall glass of iced tea. “Take your clothes off and get naked, I want to see you laying on the bed with those legs wide open for me.” “Bossy much,” I giggle but I love it. Who am I kidding? Bossiness in the bedroom, I can take any day especially when it’s Levy.

Levi watched Lisa wipe all the tears from her face on the limited edition jacket, and could not help but show a little disgust and scold. "Damn girl, you are disgusting, don't take my clothes but wipe my tears, my clothes are so expensive!" Lisa curled her lips, reached out to hug him tightly, then boldly said. "It's not just a piece of clothing, how could your lovely sister be less important than a limited edition shirt of mine." As she spoke, she lowered her head again and buried her face in his jacket. The texture of his jacket is quite comfortable. Levi looked at her speechless, despite showing disgust, but did not reach out to push her, but just stood and let her wipe her tears and snot

"Which one of these shirts?" "Is that a trick question? Aren't they the same?" "No, they're not. This has a pocket, and this—" he waved the other in front of her. "—Doesn't!" "They are both white, though." "I know they're both white," he exhaled and frowned. "You know what, never mind. I'll go with the Dior." Natalie watched the muscles on his arms and back ripple as he shrugged into the shirt. Levi turned around, smirking, when he caught her looking at him. "You like the view?"

“I’ll be holding you to that promise.” Levi smirks, “I’m a man who keeps his word.” That he is. “I promise you when you hop on; you’ll be begging me to go faster,” “Just don’t go killing us,” I say, observing him when he helps me put my helmet on. He smells so damn good, clean, spicy and salty. I’m almost excited to jump on and inhale to my heart's content. Levi is in pair of dark jeans and a white sleeveless top displaying his granite-like physique. The man is built like a mountain of muscles. Well, to be fair, most people are like mountains to me. I hate being so short.

I gulped as I saw his shiny sweaty body. He was wearing black sport shorts and a sleeveless white shirt. I wondered how he could survive with that cold, but then I remembered he was an alpha. Their bodies are known to be warmer than ours. I took a small towel from the counter and gave it to him. “Oh, thank you,” Levi widened his eyes when he saw me. “Your hair...” he wanted to touch it, but I slapped his hand. “Your breakfast,” I gave him the bottle. “You got everything ready,” Levi shyly rubbed the back of his neck, and I found myself falling for his cute smile.

Levi has the whole sexy-nerd look going on. His hair is a little long, and when he's wearing his glasses it normally gets into his eyes. He tends to wear button down shirts with his sleeves rolled up, showing off a scar he got in a fight when he was younger. He's so damn hot, I swear I'm starting to sweat just looking at him.