The hot chocolate did its job, but not until well after five o'clock.
"We'll stay for the chocolate," he decided.
That sweet chocolate gaze softened and a smile touched the corners of his mouth.
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.
He stuffed the small box of fresh chocolate into his cargo pocket.
The sparkle faded from his eyes, leaving them soft sweet chocolate pools.
"You'll have to stay for an hour to await the chocolate," Planey continued.
Martha, a come-lately convert to our experiment, offered to fix Howie a hot chocolate in hopes it would induce a snooze.
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.
I'm glad I thought to create an emergency chocolate stash.
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.
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.
We've got some hot chocolate on the stove.
Davis handed her a scalding cup of coffee, his chocolate gaze scrutinizing - probably searching for some indication of congeniality.
"Chocolate chip," Jonny said in the same tone.
And then she'd tried to eat chocolate and ended up in the bathroom even weaker and hungrier.
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.
The three sat at the table amid the warm smells of chocolate and apples, the Deans looking expectantly.
"I'll take my chocolate with whipped cream," Dean said but his wife made no move toward the kitchen.
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.
Dan exclaimed happily, pulling chocolate out of the cabinet.
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.
Or, through serendipity, scientists stumbled into things—with those "your chocolate is in my peanut butter" moments.
When he spotted her, that sweet chocolate gaze locked on her, visually embracing her from across the room.
His bittersweet chocolate gaze wandered over her face in search of something, or maybe he was digesting the information.
Looking into that semi-sweet chocolate gaze, it was easy to understand why Dulce lost her composure.
When she pulled back, his dark chocolate gaze turned sultry, quickening her pulse.
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.
She'd seen Claire in the kitchen and hallway, eating Pop-Tarts, eating chocolate, eating broccoli.
Delicious dark chocolate eyes twinkled with mirth.
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.
The chocolate gaze roved over her face and landed on her eyes.
He smelled like dark chocolate, spices and man, a combination that ensnared her senses and made her want to taste him.
"I'll bet a mug of hot chocolate there are twenty-six different characters!" she said as she searched the text.
Cynthia asked out of politeness as Effie picked up a chocolate chip cookie with dainty fingers.
He tossed him a bar of chocolate he'd stolen from the supplies.
"The chocolate was good," he murmured, drifting off again.
Fred O'Connor, in the company of Emma Blanding, was passing out coffee and hot chocolate to the grateful line of chilled cyclists.
What about peanut butter chocolate chip?
His soft chocolate gaze went from the car to Carmen.
"Oooohhh chocolate!" several kids echoed.
"The little angels have a thing for chocolate," Hannah explained.
The soft chocolate gaze met hers and the smooth lips tipped up slightly at the corners.
Finally that soft chocolate gaze came back to her.
He was standing at the edge of the kitchen, a bouquet of wildflowers in one hand and concern etched in that delicious chocolate gaze.