Like her adoptive mother, Destiny was mesmerized by the chocolate gaze and rich deep voice.
Who could deny looking at those smooth bronzed features and delicious chocolate eyes that he was an unusually handsome man?
"Beautiful," he said softly, his eyes velvety chocolate pools.
"As for my part," His eyes were like soft chocolate pools as he gazed into hers.
While they took away the fatigue and gave her energy, she could think of nothing but chocolate sundaes and pickles.
The dark eyes stood out like pockets of hot chocolate in his pale face.
He went through one of Andre's two walk-in closets, choosing a maroon sweater and chocolate suede pants.
"You'll have to stay for an hour to await the chocolate," Planey continued.
He stuffed the small box of fresh chocolate into his cargo pocket.
He poured a cup of cold coffee from the pot and picked up Mrs. Lincoln in one arm, interrupting her licking the remains of a bowl of chocolate pudding.
The sparkle faded from his eyes, leaving them soft sweet chocolate pools.
Tammy and Sarah were in the kitchen when she returned, and Tammy was standing in a chair ripping the cover off some chocolate chip cookies.
Davis handed her a scalding cup of coffee, his chocolate gaze scrutinizing - probably searching for some indication of congeniality.
For a moment surprise captured her tongue and she basked under the warmth of that chocolate gaze.
A smile was playing at the corners of his mouth as he watched her, and his chocolate gaze was kissed with humor.
It was so easy to agree and sink into his strength, let the scent of dark chocolate work its way into her skin as his hands moved over her.
Fred asked at one point, on his way to deliver cookies and hot chocolate to the parlor.
He reached over and brushed some chocolate from the side of her mouth.
Soft chocolate eyes regarded her with veiled humor, and his mouth held the promise of a smile.
She met that delicious chocolate gaze and smiled.
Delicious chocolate eyes twinkled down at her as he pinched her toe.
She lifted her head and gazed into those delicious dark chocolate eyes.
Lana shook her head, wondering what kind of man thought of chocolate at such a time.
"Your communiqué indicated you needed chocolate," he said as they walked.
Brady was more likely to kill Guardian and steal his chocolate than be Guardian.
Fred O'Connor, in the company of Emma Blanding, was passing out coffee and hot chocolate to the grateful line of chilled cyclists.
His chocolate gaze scanned the room full of women uncomfortably as he walked toward her, his square-toed boots clicking briskly on the hardwood floor.
His bittersweet chocolate gaze wandered over her face in search of something, or maybe he was digesting the information.
Her chocolate eyes sparkled.
When Cade came into the kitchen she placed a cup of hot chocolate and a saucer of cinnamon toast before him.
Martha brewed coffee for us and hot chocolate for Howie.
"The chocolate was good," he murmured, drifting off again.
Dan exclaimed, pulling chocolate out of the cabinet.
He tossed him a bar of chocolate he'd stolen from the supplies.
Cynthia asked out of politeness as Effie picked up a chocolate chip cookie with dainty fingers.
"I'll bet a mug of hot chocolate there are twenty-six different characters!" she said as she searched the text.
The chocolate gaze roved over her face and landed on her eyes.
That bittersweet chocolate gaze mesmerized her, filled her with a longing that he would not satisfy.
His expression was bland, but those delicious chocolate eyes wandered over her face in a disturbingly familiar way before he shut the door.
Delicious dark chocolate eyes twinkled with mirth.
His soft chocolate gaze went from the car to Carmen.
She'd seen Claire in the kitchen and hallway, eating Pop-Tarts, eating chocolate, eating broccoli.