You've been admiring my chest, now let me admire yours.
Wide shoulders, chiseled chest, rippling abs … even his scent—of pure man mixed with the mystery of night—lured her like an animal falling for a hunter's bait.
The little chest that held his clothing had been carried down to the bank.
Carmen let go of the blanket she had been clutching to her chest and turned to shut her light off.
His arms were folded across his chest and a twinkle was in his eyes.
He said nothing, one hand going to the chest wound Bianca had healed.
She lifted her head from his chest, surprised to find them back in the cottage.
Natasha concluded that she must be on the chest in the passage.
Prince Andrew did not see how and by whom it was replaced, but the little icon with its thin gold chain suddenly appeared upon his chest outside his uniform.
He was suffering physically at that moment, there was a weight on his chest and he could not breathe.
Slightly snorting and grunting, he presented now his back and now his plump hairy chest to the brush with which his valet was rubbing him down.
She giggled wildly and he lowered her to his chest, hugged her close.
She propped her chin on his chest and looked up at him with a smile.
Then it would suddenly seem to him that it was not she but he was so unusually beautiful, and that that was why they all looked so at him, and flattered by this general admiration he would expand his chest, raise his head, and rejoice at his good fortune.
Anatole stood with his right thumb under a button of his uniform, his chest expanded and his back drawn in, slightly swinging one foot, and, with his head a little bent, looked with beaming face at the princess without speaking and evidently not thinking about her at all.
It will be different this time, he said, cuddling her against his chest as if she were a child.
The arm with the IV rested across her chest and the other hung limply.
Even so, it was as if a something had been lifted from her chest, allowing the flow of oxygen and blood to a starving brain.
She leaned against his chest for a moment, comforted by his sympathetic embrace.
He lounged against the doorway; arms folded across his chest, and contemplated the family room.
There is a chest of drawers and a three-quarter bed in the attic.
She stretched out on the couch beside him; resting her head on his chest and he draped the blanket across her shoulders, his arm falling loosely on her waist.
She put her hand on his chest with the intention of pushing him away, but the warmth of his muscular chest on her palm was exciting.
Half an hour later, her eyes swollen and her chest sore from sobbing, she turned her face up to the warm water in the shower.
The idea that Jonny would turn out to be like Talon made her chest clench.
His hands were clasped behind his back, his muscular chest and flat abs drawing her gaze.
From his shoulders to his chest to his flat midsection, every part of him looked as if he'd been carefully carved from stone.
He glanced down at the bullet holes and splashes of blood in his chest, agitated at having to change clothes so early in the day.
Never mind she felt awed by how sexy he was lying in bed beside her, his muscular chest inches from her and his large hand resting possessively on her stomach.
"Who are you?" she asked, covering her chest with a folded towel.
The Black God growled low in his chest, an inhuman sound.
He sighed deeply, his whole chest heaving, and was silent for a while.
"And the French shall too, believe me," he went on, growing warmer and beating his chest, "I'll make them eat horseflesh!"
Another general stood in a martial pose.
Prince Andrew lay on his chest with his face in the grass, breathing heavily and noisily.
Several dressers were pressing on his chest to hold him down.
Pierre, girt with a rope round his waist and wearing shoes Karataev had made for him from some leather a French soldier had torn off a tea chest and brought to have his boots mended with, went up to the sick man and squatted down beside him.
His chest is dreadfully hollow and his shoulders raised.
A minute later the old man's large stout figure in full-dress uniform, his chest covered with orders and a scarf drawn round his stomach, waddled out into the porch.
"Yes, that was happiness," she then said in her quiet voice with its deep chest notes.
The chest in the passage was the place of mourning for the younger female generation in the Rostov household.
The commander of the regiment was an elderly, choleric, stout, and thick-set general with grizzled eyebrows and whiskers, and wider from chest to back than across the shoulders.