Her fingertips touched something and she grabbed a hand full of Brandon's shirt.
She pressed the front of her body against the building, dug her fingertips into indents in the stone, and slid her foot along the roughened ledge to the right, stepping slowly and forcing her head up.
Her fingertips touched the metal choker he slid around her neck.
To run her hands over the washboard abs or twirl her fingertips through the tight hairs dusting his chest …Or better yet, to feel his large hands and muscular body against hers ...
She stopped in front of him and placed her fingertips in the middle of his chest.
She tried to work the muscles in her lower back with her fingertips, but the effort was worse than the benefit.
Was she imagining things, or did his fingertips actually linger to caress her palm?
My match burned my fingertips before I shook it out.
Lightning streaked from her fingertips, and she felt the magic sucked from her.
She touched his jaw with cold fingertips, and the bond between them opened.
Like Fred, Westlake too had callused fingertips from pounding computer keys.
She traced her fingertips over his wide palm.
Her gaze flickered to the screen beneath her fingertips, and she typed the alarm disarm codes.
The feeling of the angel's soft, cold hand in his own reminded Rhyn of the first thing he'd touched in Hell that hadn't been stone. Gabriel had brought him a book with a worn, leather-like cover, and he'd lost himself dwelling on the sensation of buttery leather under his fingertips after the hazy nightmare that had been his existence in Hell.
Even his fingertips felt soft and warm as they pushed the straps from her shoulders and fumbled with the buttons on the front of her dress.
She scrunched her head down until her fingertips brushed the rough material across her eyes.
He dug into the hard earth with his fingertips and sagged against one wall, panting.
He kissed his fingertips and touched them gently to her lips.
My fingertips are still stained a bit blue.