His broad chest and shoulders looked powerful.
You've been admiring my chest, now let me admire yours.
The heaviness of his head and chest reminded him of the possibility of suffering and death for himself.
His arms were folded across his chest, one leg thrown carelessly over the other.
She hugged her knees to her chest and peered through her fingers.
The Frenchman expanded his chest and made a majestic gesture with his arm.
The little chest that held his clothing had been carried down to the bank.
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.
He didn't have the chest of a body builder, nor did he have the six-pack abs.
The muscles on his chest and arms were not well defined.
His arms were folded across his chest and a twinkle was in his eyes.
Carmen let go of the blanket she had been clutching to her chest and turned to shut her light off.
He said nothing, one hand going to the chest wound Bianca had healed.
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.
Fury boiled up in her chest and poured from her eyes.
She propped her chin on his chest and looked up at him with a smile.
She lifted her head from his chest, surprised to find them back in the cottage.
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.
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.
Talon's strikes had torn Jonny's chest and abdomen open.
He wore only jeans and a dark T-shirt that stretched across his chest in all the right places and clung to bulging biceps.
The guardsman finished pulling the last arrow from his chest and climbed to his feet.
Blood covered the tattoos of his chest, and she wiped as much of it away as she could.
She snatched one of the handguns out of the small arms chest and aimed it at his head, fed up with surprises.
She recognized the blond Guardian, and her chest tightened.
Her chest tightened at his words, but she nodded.
She withdrew her face from his chest and looked up at him, her silver-blue eyes filled with emotion.
His tapered waist and hips and washboard abs were on display, along with the wide chest and thick back.
She pulled her knees to her chest, feeling small and vulnerable once more.
Sweat soon covered her, and her chest began to tighten.
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.
Pierre, with a gentle smile of pity and remorse, his arms and legs helplessly spread out, stood with his broad chest directly facing Dolokhov looked sorrowfully at him.
Natasha took the first note, her throat swelled, her chest rose, her eyes became serious.
This short man had on a white leather apron which covered his chest and part of his legs; he had on a kind of necklace above which rose a high white ruffle, outlining his rather long face which was lit up from below.
To fresh questions as to the firmness of his resolution Pierre replied: "Yes, yes, I agree," and with a beaming, childlike smile, his fat chest uncovered, stepping unevenly and timidly in one slippered and one booted foot, he advanced, while Willarski held a sword to his bare chest.
He spoke slowly in a loud voice and throwing out his chest slightly swayed one leg.
"Home!" said Pierre, and despite twenty-two degrees of frost Fahrenheit he threw open the bearskin cloak from his broad chest and inhaled the air with joy.
His whole short corpulent figure with broad thick shoulders, and chest and stomach involuntarily protruding, had that imposing and stately appearance one sees in men of forty who live in comfort.
He sighed deeply, his whole chest heaving, and was silent for a while.
Several dressers were pressing on his chest to hold him down.
"Tell me, tell me, friend," said he to Bolkhovitinov in his low, aged voice, as he pulled together the shirt which gaped open on his chest, "come nearer--nearer.
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.
It will be different this time, he said, cuddling her against his chest as if she were a child.
Sobering, he folded his arms across his chest and rubbed his jaw.
His arms were folded across his chest and his rugged features were drawn into a troubled frown.
I mean, those biceps, and that chest - not to mention fantastic buns.
The warmth of his muscular chest was like a magnet.
Gentle hands lifted her from the ground, and she buried her face in Bordeaux's chest, sobbing.
She folded her arms across her chest and waded out of the water.
A chest of drawers with copper handles sat beside the bed - and what a bed it was.
A large chest invited, and she knelt, touching the lid.
She pounded his chest with her fists and tried to scream.
Her gaze went to his chest and thick arms.
Bianca propped her chin on his chest and gazed up at him.
The thought of Toni lying in the driveway made her chest tighten.
He'd managed to add more wood to the fire and tear the stitches in his chest while doing so.
She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, hiding her face from the light.
Blinded, she tripped over a stool and hauled herself into a corner, chest heaving and body slick with sweat and blood.
His warm chest vibrated against her cheek as he chuckled.
The chest in the passage was the place of mourning for the younger female generation in the Rostov household.
Sonya, shaking off some down which clung to her and tucking away the verses in the bosom of her dress close to her bony little chest, ran after Natasha down the passage into the sitting room with flushed face and light, joyous steps.
"And the French shall too, believe me," he went on, growing warmer and beating his chest, "I'll make them eat horseflesh!"
Prince Andrew lay on his chest with his face in the grass, breathing heavily and noisily.
Another general stood in a martial pose.
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.
He may have wanted to kill her at one point, but he'd just taken an arrow to the chest and calmly told her to run so he could defend her.
His head was quite round, his back, chest, shoulders, and even his arms, which he held as if ever ready to embrace something, were rounded, his pleasant smile and his large, gentle brown eyes were also round.
When the officers had emptied and smashed their glasses, Kirsten filled others and, in shirt sleeves and breeches, went glass in hand to the soldiers' bonfires and with his long gray mustache, his white chest showing under his open shirt, he stood in a majestic pose in the light of the campfire, waving his uplifted arm.