Bed Sentence Examples
He sat up in the bed and looked around.
We went to bed and slept until morning.
I'm going to bed early.
She sat down on the bed and sighed again.
Then the servants heaped a lot of rugs upon the floor and the old horse slept on the softest bed he had ever known in his life.
Carmen was making the bed while Destiny slept in.
She removed his Tux and shoes, rolling him around the bed in the process.
That night, for the first time in more than a week, she tossed and turned in the bed, her sleep interrupted by memories of her family.
She lifted the blankets and crawled into bed feeling disappointed.
I'm going to bed.
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As I lay in my bed that night, I wept as I hope few children have wept.
She was lounging on the bed reading a magazine when someone knocked on the door.
He shoved her back on the bed playfully.
Hauling her to the bed, he shook out a pillow from its case and draped the case over her head like a hood.
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When Connie continued to watch her dubiously, Lisa dropped to the bed and sighed heavily.
One evening, when Tammy was in bed and the three of them were relaxing in the family room, the telephone rang.
When I returned Molly was off to bed.
Zeb was also escorted to a room--so grand and beautiful that he almost feared to sit in the chairs or lie upon the bed, lest he might dim their splendor.
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The other night when I went to bed, I found Helen sound asleep with a big book clasped tightly in her arms.
I am going to bed with a happy and tranquil mind.
Natasha jumped on it, sank into the feather bed, rolled over to the wall, and began snuggling up the bedclothes as she settled down, raising her knees to her chin, kicking out and laughing almost inaudibly, now covering herself up head and all, and now peeping at her mother.
Jumping from the bed, she dressed quickly and went to the kitchen.
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He lifted her into his arms and carried her to his bedroom, gently lowering her to the bed.
There was a time when he didn't care who he slept with, when he was hard at the sight of any woman who would take him to bed.
He threw her on the bed again.
I pumped my fellow-prisoner as dry as I could, for fear I should never see him again; but at length he showed me which was my bed, and left me to blow out the lamp.
He tossed the shirt on the bed and walked silently to her.
She pulled the suitcase out and placed it on the bed.
She showered and changed into her new nightgown, but Alex was still downstairs when she crawled into bed.
Preventing Destiny from crawling out of the bed wasn't easy.
There she collapsed on the bed and started to cry – quietly this time.
There he scooped a bed in the sandy floor, away from the moist walls.
I was really tired, so I went back to bed.
I put out the light by the bed.
He scooped her up and placed her on the bed, his gaze sweeping over her tiny, shapely frame.
He sat on the bed beside her and pushed her onto her back.
He rested on top of her, breathing hard, as he pressed her into the bed.
Lisa dropped back to the bed.
I believe I'll go to bed.
Tugging on her socks and sneakers, she made the bed and left the room.
I recently put a new inner spring mattress on the bed, but the rest of it is exactly as she left it.
At eleven she finally crawled into the bed.
Flinging herself on the bed, she sobbed out the anger and hurt.
When she crawled into bed and turned off the light, the night sky performed a fireworks display in the distance.
The child, an eight year old girl named Marcia Stonehurst, was still in bed at one o'clock.
Go to the bed and breakfast and wait for me.
She rested the weapons on her bed and locked the door.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, brushing one blonde lock from her face.
The sight of him in bed made her blood surge.
Usually when he awoke with a hard-on and a woman in his bed, what happened next was pretty straightforward.
The large bed was set in a similar stone bed frame and covered with dark coverings.
She was comfortable in bed with him – yet silently panicking as well.
He overpowered her easily and maneuvered her down the hallway to her bedroom, stripping her and tossing her onto the bed in one move.
Her thoughts returned to the sight of the girl in the bed.
The bed shifted under the weight of Darkyn's frame as he settled in beside her.
Being with him, naked in bed, was the most natural, right and incredible experience.
Gabriel left his sleeping mate in her bed with a lingering glance.
He purposely didn't let himself think about Darkyn being in her bed instead of him.
His mate was curled into a tight ball in the middle of her bed, on top of the covers.
The satiny sheets of the bed smelled of the woman he'd made love to for hours last night.
He stretched out on his back on his bed.
Rhyn snatched a pillow from the bed and covered Jade's head to drown out the madness.
He didn.t wait for the shocked leader of the Sanctuary to respond but took Kris into one of the empty rooms and laid him out on the bed.
Kiera dreamt of a planet filled with spiders and dinosaurs and awoke in her bed a couple of hours later to the soft sound of her alarm clock going off.
As near as I could discover, he had probably gone to bed in a barn when drunk, and smoked his pipe there; and so a barn was burnt.
Lavrushka turned all the bedding over, looked under the bed and under the table, searched everywhere, and stood still in the middle of the room.
By the time she finished bathing and dressing Destiny, Jonathan was in bed.
Fortunately, Jonathan had already gone to bed.
I'd better get her ready for bed.
After her bath, Carmen dressed Destiny for bed.
She took a suitcase out of the closet and swung it up on the bed.
Finally she threw back the covers and rolled out of bed.
After he left, she went to her room and crouched beside the bed to pray.
She dragged the two suitcases from under her bed and began filling them with clothes from the closet.
She had no intention of hopping into bed with Brandon before they were married - house rules or not.
She sat on her bed, cross-legged, a book in her lap.
She leaped from her bed, the book falling to the floor unnoticed.
In the morning she rolled out of her bed before the sun could stain the sky.
In her room, she dropped on the bed and threw her arms out, sinking into its softness.
She dropped the package on the bed and eagerly tore back the brown paper wrapping.
Finally she dried her eyes and pushed away from the bed.
This would be one Saturday she wouldn't have to crawl out of bed and get ready to go to the diner.
From now on it would be crawl out of bed and cook, clean and then maybe rest a little.
A chest of drawers with copper handles sat beside the bed - and what a bed it was.
Tossing her gown aside, she hurriedly pulled on some sweats and made the bed.
The bed was made and she found his clothes in the hamper.
There is a chest of drawers and a three-quarter bed in the attic.
The evening was long and she was grateful when Cade announced he was going to bed.
She tossed her head to throw the curls from her face and rolled over in bed.
With her bed made, she crept down the stairs and across the family room floor.
She sat on the edge of the bed, contemplating Cynthia with a compassionate expression.
She sighed heavily and slid off the bed.
Pulling back the covers on her bed, she slipped between the cool sheets and let exhaustion take its course.
The lamp beside her bed was on and he had a sack in one hand.
He sat on the end of the bed and watched reflectively as she ate the ice cream.
She slipped from his bed, feeling sick to her stomach.
And having guests here won't make me crawl into bed with you again, either.
I rationalized myself right into his bed – right where I wanted to go.
Every morning she crawled out of bed and retched for a while before getting ready for work.
Cynthia gathered him into her arms and sat down on the bed.
She began to push me out of bed.
Howie can have our bed.
The bed Martha described as queen size was squeezed against the far wall.
My six foot frame more than filled the bed.
I sat at the desk as he reclined on the bed, more suitable to his five foot seven frame.
Howie extinguished the light, went directly to the small bed and turned to the wall.
You were hopping in bed with everyone back then and you never gave me a second look.
We don't have an extra bed but there's a roll out cot down there.
Betsy turned on a tape recorder as Howie reclined on the bed, turning away from us.
According to Martha who remained with Howie, he thrashed about the bed, frightening her.
He recited a meticulous inventory of everything in the bedroom quarters, including the page number of a book his wife was reading as she remained in bed.
A young girl was taken from her bed as she slept.
A comfortable bed replaced the cot utilized in Peabody and absolute darkness proved more conducive to sleep than the leaked light that often snuck into our old quarters.
A frightened woman is trussed up like a turkey, under my back bed.
Do you honestly think you can keep a secret that's a major part of your life from someone who's sharing a bed with you?
However said, I'm forced to agree a serious relationship can't exist on a bed of lies.
I commented later as Betsy and I readied for bed.
We were in bed and this pillow talk was quickly becoming an argument I didn't want to have.
Let's go to our house and I'll show you your new bed room.
Claire's crib, not in her nursery, was in the corner of the master bedroom, next to a large king size bed.
She remained by the bed, tears seeping down her cheeks.
Coming up to bed, Ben?
After some negotiations Martha was allowed to remain in bed while the rest of us, Claire included drove back to our house.
There was no way I was going to bed.
I waited until we were in bed for the night before I told her.
The next morning Molly beat us awake by enough time for her to make oatmeal and toast and hand deliver it to our bed.
Betsy was very apologetic, in the nicest way, once we were snuggled in the privacy of our bed.
The girl was younger than Annie, but she was taken from her bed, same as Annie, and held for a week or more.
My bed in the homeless shelter, definitely a first for me, was a pull-out in a small room behind the main hall.
I got up from the bed.
She's in a night gown, in bed.
He had slayed my friends in their own town, their own home, in their own bed.
They died readying for bed.
We agreed to stop, eat and bed down for our second night in captivity.
There he finds his sister, sitting up in bed, looking frightened.
Bianca looked from her pale brother lying too still on the hospital bed to the smiling nurse.
The room was dark except for the light above Jonny's bed and the red and green lights dotting the machines keeping him alive.
She'd kept the flowers around Jonny's bed as fresh as the day they arrived last week.
The bed molded to her body with each movement, encouraging her to stay there even longer.
She breathed it in again before climbing from the bed.
The sight of her shapely form in his bed made his blood burn for a different reason.
He looked at his watch again, then settled in bed on his side behind her.
She felt the sudden urge to join Sunny under the bed.
You do have the choice of sharing my bed or sleeping on the couch.
He threw himself down in bed and closed his eyes.
Next time, it'll cost you to leave my bed.
She didn't have his cold control; she was the kind of woman who would give herself freely in bed and hold no part of her back.
Jonny sat on his bed stiffly.
He ate alone in the condo's kitchen, not surprised to see Bianca asleep when he finally returned to bed.
It wasn't quite morning when he returned her to the extra bed in Jonny's room.
He pushed himself out of bed and stood for a long moment, gazing out the window at the fields of winter wheat glowing in the moonlight.
With nothing but her troubled thoughts, the cold rain, and a lonely room in the bed and breakfast down the road, she didn't feel like leaving just yet.
Despite his cold words, he'd left a present for her on the nightstand near her bed.
Unwilling to fight something that didn't die, she drove to Doolin and the bed and breakfast.
She tucked the number away and left the bed and breakfast.
Neither spoke on their return trip to the bed and breakfast, and she went straight to her room.
He sat beside her bed, his large body awkward in the small chair.
He indicated the neatly folded clothing on the table beside the bed.
He sat beside her on the bed and wrapped his arms around her.
She snatched her bag and hurried home, not reflecting on her behavior until she tossed her coat on the bed.
A man's face, a woman in the hospital on her death bed, their children surrounding them.
He lifted her and carried her to her bedroom, finding a spot on the bed that had avoided being shredded or covered with junk from her dressers.
Furious, Sofia pushed off the bed coverings and stood, teetering dangerously before deciding to sit again.
He turned the lights in her room on low and set her down on the trunk at the bottom of her bed.
She collapsed onto her bed and sobbed, the man in the corner sobbing with her.
Her curtains were down to seal away the sunlight, and she was curled up in a ball in the middle of her bed with her back to the door.
Sofia crawled into bed and cried again.
He flung himself back into bed.
Irritated, Sofia pulled open the curtains to his windows overlooking the bed.
She waited at the edge of the bed.
It would take Sofia awhile before she came to his bed of her own accord.
You're more welcome in my bed than she is!
He went back to his small room and sat on the bed staring at the white wall in front of him.
If Damian knew the woman trying to crawl back into his bed had helped murder his brother, her husband… She couldn't see him over the crowd.
Memories of how much Darian loved Claire, of his own nights in her bed, overwhelmed him.
A bloodied woman lay on the bed, unconscious and breathing shallowly.
Sofia looked down at the beautiful woman on the bed before jerry-rigging the IV over a lamp to keep it elevated.
Sofia sat down on the bed, careful to keep the blood from her gown, and touched the woman's face, bracing herself.
Sofia listened as she approached Traci's bed and gazed down at the unconscious woman.
Two swung his legs off the bed, holding his breath in case she spoke again.
Two sat down on his bed and stared into the darkness, unable to sleep when she cried.
Traci sat on an unmade bed belonging to one of the Tucson Sector members, and Sofia eyed her Guardian.
Her gaze went to the bed.
Will you take your place in my bed as my mate?
He slid her dress free, his hands moving over her body possessively before he lifted her and carried her to the bed.
She was alone in bed.
It sat on the nightstand beside the bed.
Deidre awoke alone and naked in bed.
It was of his lean body pressing her into the bed while they made love.
He stepped away, towards the bed, peeling off his shirt as he went.
He pushed her away and moved towards the bed.
He drove her back onto the bed, pressed her down and rested on top of her.
Deidre almost cringed at the thought of leaving the chamber after her first venture out that landed her not only in trouble but also in Darkyn's bed.
A girl in her mid-teens lay still on the hospital bed central to the room.
Deidre wasn't certain what to think at the sight of the girl on the bed.
Wynn took up position in a seat near the bed.
She'd accepted her place in his bed.
Breakfast was on the magic obsidian tray next to the bed.
Shaking her head, she pulled out a t-shirt and jeans, tossing them on the bed.
She was hauled out of the closet and tossed on the bed.
Deidre rolled off the bed, darting for the hallway.
He snatched her around the waist and laughed, dragging her onto the bed with him.
She sat on the bed, panicking silently.
If he was half as creative at torturing people and planning his battles as he was in bed, he was more than capable of doing it.
She'd show him she wasn't afraid to back down in bed or anywhere else.
After a moment, she felt him place her on the bed.
He was relaxed, and it struck her how different he was with her in bed compared to outside their room.
She settled beside him again, comfortable in bed with him.
Even Bird Song's gilded front sign, advertising the bed and breakfast, had been washed of a year's dust from the unpaved side street.
After a pirouette of approval, she sat on the edge of the bed.
Dean remained standing as Martha took a seat on the edge of the bed.
Martha bounced back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling.
He climbed into bed next to his wife but didn't turn off the light.
When the meal ended and the dishes were put to bed, the three withdrew to the parlor, now empty of guests who were either dining uptown or waiting in line to do so.
Instead, she slipped into bed, and in spite of the early hour, doused the lights and asked that any talk wait until morning.
I've chased more bad guys running Bird Song bed and breakfast than when I was a Parkside, Pennsylvania police detective.
Now, if we could get the sheriff's office to work that fast we could put this whole bones business to bed.
The other guests, embarrassed to see their host so humiliated and wanting no part of a Dawkins brawl, murmured excuses and toddled off to bed.
I like staying in a house, or a bed and breakfast—places where you meet people.
Dean reached in his pocket as he was undressing for bed a few hours later.
He placed the bone atop Cynthia's jewelry box on their bureau and climbed into bed.
The window was open to the summer evening and the bottle-opening revelers could be heard clearly as he sat on their bed.
The Dawkinses are staying at my bed and breakfast.
Fred O'Connor was in the living room, hosting three of the four Dawkins, with Ginger missing, when the Deans returned to their bed and breakfast.
I wouldn't be any good in bed.
Fred was stretched out on the bed, fully dressed and looking like a funeral home customer.
He turned to the bed.
The ding-dong prompted the pair to look across the bed to shame the other into a bathrobe to answer the door.
Cynthia looked about to cry, but her anger held her tears in check, at least until they were back in bed.
Back in bed, Cynthia remained awake and was sitting up.
I guess Ginger counted the new eggs in the family basket and skipped back to the hubby's bed.
Exhausted Martha was hustled to her bed and snuggled next to SB, the patiently waiting stuffed owl.
It took many days of mountain sunshine and the comforting routine of the bed and breakfast to blur the trauma of the Lucky Pup shooting.
Later, David Dean called Lydia—from bed after making love to his wife.
His eyes went to the girl in the bed.
She was lying in her bedroom, on her bed.
She reclined back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.
The soft bed was warm from her body heat, and she found herself running a hand over the downy comforter while she tried to understand the emotions within her.
He sat down on the bed beside her.
It wasn't coming out the way she practiced it, maybe because Gabriel was sitting close enough that she wanted to lean against him instead of the bed and place his large hands on the parts of her body hidden by clothes.
She pushed her shirt down and moved away to break contact, facing him again when half the bed was between them.
She rested back on the bed and cried.
He knocked before opening her door and saw her wardrobe empty with clothes piled and stacked on the bed.
He tossed it on the bed and grabbed a handful of clothes then stuffed them in.
His gaze traveled her body as she bent over the bed and stretched for a maroon sweater.
Gabriel tossed her bag on the floor next to the bed and strode to the doors, opening them.
He moved to sit on the trunk at the end of the bed, close enough to see the details of her features without being too tempted to take her in his arms.
With a frustrated growl, she threw herself into bed.
She stretched and climbed out of bed.
Beside him, in bed and out, working together to run the underworld.
She recalled clearly the decision she'd forced him to make and kicking him out of her bed, the moment he resigned his soul to her to save his friend's life.
Her sleep was fitful, and he walked to the bed, standing beside it in the dark.
He sat on the bed, reaching over to rest a hand on her head.
The woman in the bed behind him wouldn't hurt anyone else.
The woman in the bed behind him had taken three days to warn him about the human left in Hell.
He lifted Destiny from the rug in her room where she had fallen asleep and gently placed her in her bed.
I'll take her to bed.
It's time for bed, Jonathan.
Come on, sweetheart, let's go to bed.
He sighed heavily and dropped to the bed.
It wouldn't have mattered if she had a comfortable bed, though.
Only after both Destiny and Jonathan fell asleep did Carmen take her shower and go to bed.
Long after she crawled into bed, she lay awake, thinking about Alex.
A red-eyed Lori went out on the porch and talked to them while Carmen got Destiny ready for bed.
That night she went to bed exhausted, but sleep eluded her.
A nurse was hanging an IV on the other bed and glanced up.
Carmen sat down beside his bed and pulled out the horse book she had been reading to him.
She continued to work at the other bed for a few minutes and then stopped, turning to Carmen.
I didn't mean to get you out of bed.
You didn't get me out of bed.
It was frustrating to work with someone who didn't try, but if it had not been for him trying to rescue her, she might be the one on that bed – or in the morgue.
One day she arrived to find him struggling to sit up in bed.
When she entered his room, he was sitting up in bed, a tray of food in front of him.
In the last week, she had started going to bed after he was asleep and getting up before he woke.
His new schedule often sent him to bed early and kept him there until the last moment.
In the privacy of their bedroom, she sat on the bed, allowing the tears to flow.
The bed sagged beside her and she jerked her head up, choking down a sob.
Once the kids were in bed, they retired to their bedroom.
Retrieving her robe from the bed, she was about to put it on when his hand captured her arm in a steel grip.
He took her hand and pulled her to the bed.
There he gently but firmly pushed her down on the bed.
His eyes were dark with emotion as he dived into the bed with her.
All the crying had left her exhausted, but she didn't want to go back to their bed.
He carried her back to their room and gently placed her on the bed.
Then he walked around to his side of the bed and lay down.
Carmen took her in the house and put her to bed while Alex unharnessed Ed.
You were trying to push me off the bed.
A moment later he sat upright in bed.
He dropped to the bed and rolled away from her again.
She snatched her pillow off the bed and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
He never had to wonder how many men were rotating through her bed or when she was planning to stab him in the back or decipher the riddles she gave him as answers to important questions.
At least, he thought he didn't when he invited Harmony to his bed.
After all, he spent much time here, making love to her on the round bed down the hallway to his left.
He frowned, noticing for the first time that the bed was unmade.
She probably knew it was her last day and decided not to make the bed.
Gabe pried the knife free and tossed it on the bed, reading the message.
Logan was an accountant, not a security guard, yet he barricaded the doors with furniture before bed in case there were criminals wandering the beach.
Gabe twisted his head to see the bed empty.
Gabe hated her yet couldn't escape the memory of the compassion and spirit that made him take a stranger to bed last night.
A few hours had passed since he left Deidre's bed this morning; it was early afternoon in the mortal realm.
She hadn't considered why he was there, just like she hadn't thought twice about tumbling into bed with him.
One she wanted to spend eternity in bed with; the other she felt the need to flee.
The spare bed was soaked with it, and it pooled around the legs.
All she could do was hope she passed out and awoke in her bed or on the beach or not at all.
She didn't know where he took her, but he set her down on a narrow bed.
Pushing the door open with his foot, he dropped the contents of his arms on the bed and opened the dresser drawers.
Deidre lay awake in bed for quite a while, sorting through the events of the weekend.
Her room was tiny, barely fitting a twin-sized bed and a small, wooden dresser.
Seating herself on the bed, she stared at a wall for a long time before pulling herself out of the trance.
She twisted to pull her feet onto her bed and choked back a scream.
In front of the bed, a dark cave had opened in the middle of her room, swallowing the wall where the door had been.
Heart flying, Deidre stood and moved to the end of the bed.
She flung herself onto the bed again, restless and scared.
You weren't afraid of me when you went to bed with me.
She'd rather fall asleep crying in her bed than on the beach.
His bed was made, and there was no body on the floor.
Katie set the tray on the bed then sat at the foot, leaning against the bed frame.
He climbed over the tray onto the bed with them and sat cross-legged.
She swung her legs off the bed and closed her eyes.
They sat on the bed, playing a card game.
No emotion crossed his features as his gaze settled on the two people on the bed.
She crossed her arms, too aware of how close to the bed she stood.
She felt the plush comfort of a bed beneath her and curled onto her side, unable to stop crying.
You were a helluva lot easier to bed in your past life.
Even relaxed in bed, he seemed ready to take on the world.
She sat up and hopped off the bed, too aware of how alone she felt.
A glance at him revealed he, too, was climbing out of bed.
Her blood was humming from waking in his bed.
Tamer hadn't bothered to put on a shirt, appearing as if he'd leapt out of bed the moment the wards alerted him.
He'd spent the past three nights in bed with another woman after completely destroying her whole world!
Swiping at tears, she registered Darkyn's words as her eyes identified the dark clothing laid out on the bed.
She pushed herself off the bed and tested her body.
His energy sapped, the kid was sprawled half asleep across the race car bed.
She withdrew the final bottle of whiskey from beneath the bed.
She'd fallen asleep in Kris's library after half a bottle of whiskey and awoken in her own bed with a throbbing headache and dry mouth.
The boy had clambered across her bed, shrieked happily, and chased the cat under the bed.
Katie flung herself on the bed.
Katie pushed herself off the bed and obeyed.
The cowering healer left his corner of the cell for the first time in a while and approached the human on the bed.
She awoke on the lower bunk bed in a prison cell with no windows and a tiny metal toilet and sink.
It stood and retrieved small blue pellets from its bed, offering them to her.
Lankha retrieved a small satchel from its bed and sat cross-legged on the floor beside her feet, withdrawing small vials and balled gauze.
He looked concerned and stood again, retrieving something else from his bed.
The robed man dropped her body on the bed, sealed the cage, and turned to Rhyn.
He tugged on another jumper and then lifted her onto the bed with strength that seemed at odds with his small form.
She had nothing better to do, not with her source of alcohol gone and her bed in flames.
He walked through the town to a large bed and breakfast near its edge.
She sat on a trunk at the end of one bed.
You run around turning into animals and tearing off people's heads and then just…a bed and breakfast?
He flung her on the bed, and she launched up, meeting a wall of pure male.
His solid, warm body atop hers immobilized her and he pinned her wrists to the bed, silver eyes blazing and elongated fangs resting on his full lower lip.
Rhyn stormed out of the bed and breakfast.
The doll with the large blue eyes crying on the bed bothered him on more levels than he wanted to admit.
She almost lost her stomach at the innocent question from the middle-aged matriarch of the bed and breakfast.
There was one bed --a California king --in what she now realized was a plain hotel room.
He carefully lowered Katie to the small bed.
At least, that was her first impression of the eight- by-eight room with its steel-framed bed, simple mattress, and no furniture.
The wooden door and whitewashed walls --along with the open window above the bed allowing in balmy air --soon brought to mind a more tropical place.
The room contained two full-sized beds and two large wardrobes along with military-style trunks at the foot of each bed.
She sat on the bed, placing her small satchel of belongings on the nightstand.
You are one lucky woman to go to bed with that one.
They reached her room, and she threw down her shower things on the bed, agitated.
He lowered a backpack from his shoulder to the bed, nearing her.
He chuckled and lowered her onto the bed, his body atop hers.
His confidence was too strong to shake, and she suspected he knew just how damned good in bed he was and how unlikely any woman who'd had him would choose another man over him.
She and her bed still smelled of him, and she breathed deeply.
The bed was the largest she'd ever seen, with a finely spun silk bedspread of pale yellow.
She flung herself onto the bed, tears in her eyes.
The death dealer set her on the bed.
Gabriel waited until he was gone before pulling a chair to the side of the bed.
Hours later, she dropped onto the plush guest bed, clad in a T-shirt and underwear after a hot shower.
They lay in bed beneath the covers in the dark room.
Gabriel lifted his chin toward the bed.
She left the bathroom light on and returned to her bed, chilled by the drafty chamber that was now hers.
He trudged across the bedroom, climbing into bed with her without asking.
If not for the nightmares, she'd carry him back to his bed, whether or not he liked it, but she found some comfort in having the angel so close.
She turned it off and eased out of bed, stopping to gaze out the French doors.
Next you.ll say you.ve kicked me out of your bed.
Her bed looked as if a flock of geese had combusted over it, and she counted at least ten dead pillows.
You.ll be in bed.
The room consisted of a massive bed with black bedding and white pillows, a wardrobe and trunks, and yawning windows to the sky that light never touched.
The demon closed the door—one of the Immortal comforts, for there were no doors in Hell—and left him to wonder how many men and women Sasha had in the bed before him.
Visions of her sister.s death fresh in her mind, she changed into warm clothes and her running shoes, tucked the perfume bottle into a pocket, then sat on the edge of the bed.
Hannah.s bedroom was quiet, the bed neatly made and her closet door open to reveal a large empty space.
Following him was Kris, dressed in nothing but judo pants, as if Ully had dragged him straight out of bed.
Toby was in Kris.s bed, the pale baby angel stripped down to his waist and unconscious.
She rose, still wobbly, and crossed to the bed, perching on it beside Ully.
I want to put him in my bed so he doesn.t wake up scared.
She led him to the bed.
The healer sank next to her on the bed, large eyes darting around the room as if he expected the furniture to grow fangs and chase him.
She sat at the edge of the bed and touched Toby.s soft face, not sure what to do or think about anything anymore, especially now that Hannah had been dragged into this world.
Ully was sleeping soundly in his seat beside Toby.s bed.
Katie was huddled in a blanket before the fire, and what looked like a healer curled on the bed.
He.d decided to sleep in here last night, unable to sleep in his bedchamber with the thought of Iliana.s body in the trunk beside the bed.
He had come to Darkyn in desperation, after Sasha had invited him to his bed and then dumped him off with the demons.
She whirled to face him, moving too slow to hide the suitcase laid out on the trunk at the end of the bed in which Toby slept.
Katie motioned to the healer, who scampered from his corner to the bed.
She darted to the other side of the bed and dropped to her stomach, peering under the bed through the door.
Her emotions crippled her, and she flung herself on the bed, sobbing.
The first light of day filtered in through the small square window above her bed.
The creaky bed protested as she sat, and she tried hard not to make more noise and wake Toby.
If he was, it would be in the trunk under his bed.
Katie inched forward, terrified he.d leap off the bed to attack her.
She eased the small trunk out from under his bed and carried it into the hallway.
The youth sitting on Toby.s bed wasn.t Toby.
The kid on the bed was closer to twelve than five, and near her height.
She was a plant by the Dark One who lured you and probably the rest of your brothers into bed.
The bag she.d started to pack still gaped open, half-full on the trunk at the base of her bed.
Megan closed the door behind her, and Katie sank down onto the bed.
He.d spent many wonderful nights in the now crispy bed.
Her Immortal guard poked his head in every corner and door and looked under the bed before he left her in peace.
She watched in horror as he pulled out a crumpled woman.s body, even more shocked to realize she recognized the woman.s face when Jade set her on the bed.
He pushed the door open to his chamber and saw Katie on the bed with an unconscious Iliana.
It froze, looking from him to the woman on the bed before his eyes settled on Katie.
He snatched up his machete and crossed to the bed to grab and sling Iliana over his shoulder.
Evelyn only cooked when he spent the night, which would also explain how she ended up in her bed.
Romas had tossed her in bed more than once over the past three months, though he had stopped lecturing her on how unbecoming a lush was to a man looking for a wife.
Romas had no qualms about invading her bedroom to drag her out of bed if Evelyn directed him to.
Kiera glanced around again, shook her head, and crawled into bed.
The room was vacant except for a metal slab that served as a bed and the six-legged, cat-like creature sitting on the edge of the bed watching its sleeping occupant.
One sat perched on Kiera's bed, watching her sleep.
Turning away, she missed the movement behind her as another of the creatures appeared from beneath the bed.
The male voice came from nowhere and everywhere and disturbed the two naked forms on the dark grey bed.
She sat very still on the dark grey bed, her legs folded and hands in her lap, and stared at Evelyn.
On the seventh morning-- if there were such a thing in space-- she lay in bed and stared at the dark grey ceiling.
She lay on the bed as she had for several days already, sick of the jerky-like food Evelyn brought her.
Kiera lay on the bed an hour after Evelyn left, staring at the white ceiling with its brightly corded edges.
She sat on the bed and watched the sunset through the window.
Kiera jerked out of her thoughts and twisted on the bed to face her.
Kiera made out a bed beneath her and gripped her head with a grimace.
With a groan, she dropped back onto the bed, her head pounding.
The woman-- his woman-- was curled on her bed, her back to him.
He set his lifemate on the bed and sat on the edge of the bed.
And he left her sitting on the bed, aware of how much more work his lifemate would create for him.
She sighed, ready for bed, and twisted to swing her legs from the bench.
She couldn't begin to imagine what a man like that would feel like in bed!
He sat at the table opposite his bed and touched several glowing buttons on the table before him.
If she were any woman from his planet, he would never have hesitated to take her to his bed, as he should.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the spot beside her, nervous about showing him her art.
He'd always intended to bed her when she was ready for him, but he'd never thought that moment would be now, if at all.
The bed smelled of him, and her body ached from the active night.
She'd wanted to return home since she arrived, yet when presented with the enormity of her importance in her new world … when she realized how incredible it really would be to have a man like A'Ran in her bed every night … when she saw he was capable of passion … when she found out an entire planet full of people would die if she left … She couldn't help the tears at such a thought.
He rose and took her arm, leading her into one of the small bedrooms, where a grey bed awaited her.
It was past sunrise, so she rose and flung off her bed covers.
He had been outside, atop a ladder, removing Christmas lights when the two checked in to Bird Song, the Dean's bed and breakfast.
After extensive alterations, Bird Song, a bed and breakfast, was born.
I mentioned how this here place was a boarding house in the old days and now it's a fine bed and breakfast.
Lord knows, I'm sure the bed's comfortable but sleeping is when I write!
It's time for bed.
Go up to bed now, Donnie.
He undressed while his wife was still in the bathroom and was in bed when she entered the room.
Staying at the bed and breakfast was a dramatic change of scene for Martha from Aunt Janet's cigarette stained trailer.
Cynthia smiled, remembering the early-days' confusion of opening the bed and breakfast, two newlyweds and one old man, operating on piggy bank finances and not an ounce of experience among them.
The room contained a single bed, small dresser and chair.
It wouldn't be any trouble and I'm sure he would sleep much better in a regular bed.
Dean went to close up while Cynthia readied the sofa for Donnie's bed.
Donnie's entrance seemed to brighten Edith's morning as she clucked over him, cautioning him about the perils of his undertaking in a dozen different ways, all the while ignoring father Donald who'd fled from her bed the night before.
Dean began getting ready for bed; the day's skiing had taken its toll.
Cynthia, who was sitting up in bed, continued to work on the notebook.
And remember—innocent until proven guilty, she answered as she readied for bed.
She propped herself up against the back of their brass bed.
Dean crept down the hall and returned to his own bed, and, after a long time, finally slept.
Every time I turn around, someone is sneaking into someone else's bed!
On those special nights I nervously leave the back door unlatched, and quietly steal to my bed.
So many have come to my bed, but never have I been so unnerved by a nocturnal visitor than when first dear Joshua visited me in the darkest part of the night.
Alarm clocks ringing in the middle of the night, ghosts walking around, everyone hopping into someone else's bed, half the people wanting to kill the other half!
Cynthia sat up in bed as she read the brief passage, an uncommon glass of amber liquid in her hand Donnie deciphered it.
He stripped of his clothes, donned his pajama bottoms, and sat on the edge of the bed.
He remembered the day, just before they first opened the bed and breakfast, when he'd picked up this Jeep, the first new vehicle he'd ever owned.
I just drove two hundred very nasty miles and I'm going to bed.
Mrs. Cummings, I think, suspects, though low health now keeps her to her bed and back, except for bodily duties, and to sit up for soup and toast a time or two a day.
Shipton's told them I'm in bed with you against him and if they haven't bought what he said in total, they've sure banked the down payment.
Dean put out the office light and undressed for bed.
Besides, I've got a bed and breakfast to run.
In years long gone it was the rail bed for the line that ran to terminus in Ouray and now a favorite path for bikers.
She crawled in bed with him while he was asleep.
Dean read before going to bed, earlier than usual.
It was then he began the slow realization that it was not his beloved wife who spooned against his back in nakedness, sharing his bed!
He hesitated but remained half sitting on the edge of the bed.
Edith scrambled from the bed as Dean turned on the light.
Dean leaped from his bed and charged up the stairs to Edith Shipton's room!
Two crumpled dollar bills lay on the bed.
He could no longer look at the two crumpled bills on the bed, the stark reminder of her fury when he'd sent her away.
The last thing he wanted now was for the police to interview his wife so soon after she'd hung up on him as he lay in bed with the now-dead Edith Shipton.
He dressed but instead of returning to his duties, lay back on his bed, depressed and exhausted.
She waved her hand at the bed, as if to indicate the location of his foul deed.
I don't know why she hanged herself when she had a bottle of sleeping pills right next to her bed but wacky people do wacky things.
I was trying to get a naked woman the hell out of my bed, just after my wife caught her there!
Then she added, "Did Edith wear her white dress when she came to...your bed?"
Later, after the visitors had left and Martha was in bed, Dean, Cynthia and Fred remained in the parlor.
Dean followed her, happy beyond belief to have her once more share his bed.
Gabriel led them to the second floor and to two bed chambers.
After washing himself, he changed into the waistcoat left on the bed.
He could hear her weeping, so entered and sat next to her on the bed.
It contained a sofa, two wing chairs, a queen size bed, a fully stocked wet bar, kitchenette, bathroom, wide screen TV, books, and magazines.
Leading her to the bed, he slowly and methodically undressed her.