Katie placed a bowl of mashed potatoes on the table and paused, hands on her hips as she gave Carmen an exasperated look.
Carmen slammed her hands on her hips and raised her brows at Katie.
Indigo jeans clung to his lean hips, but he still wore the white sneakers.
Dulce had hands on her hips, leaning slightly forward as she spoke to him in Spanish.
As she walked away from him, she let her hips swing slightly.
"You didn't tell me," Betsy said, hands on her hips, and out of ear shot of the others.
His skin was golden, his wide back muscled, lean and defined down to the slender hips and waist.
She was built the way a woman should be: shapely, with large breasts, plump lips, tiny waist, and rounded hips and ass.
She flushed again as she always did, and he crossed to her, resting his hands on her thighs as he leaned his hips against the counter between her knees.
He turned away, hands on hips as he surveyed the distant beaches.
Damian heard the uneasy note in her voice and looked her over, his gaze lingering at her hips, where her weapons should've been.
She trailed him up the stairs, taking in every inch of his perfectly round butt to his slender hips and thick back.
He looped one leg across her hips so she couldn't move.
She yelped as someone grabbed her hips and pulled her from the edge of the balcony.
He grabbed her hips, kissing her hard and leaving her breathless.
Darkyn rested his hands on her hips and drew her into his body.
He took Deidre's arm and pulled her against him, rubbing his hips against her backside.
He wore black pants that hugged his lower body to reveal the lean hips and long, muscular legs.
She planted her hands on her hips, tempted but not about to do it, now the she knew he wanted her to.
She strode to the driver's side of the Jeep, hands on her hips, a no-nonsense look on her startlingly attractive face.
She stepped gently into her skirt and with a slight shimmy of her narrow hips adjusted it.
Cynthia gave him a hands-on-hips serious look.
His hips were slim, his long legs shapely.
Narrow shoulders, rounded hips and a petite frame were distinctly feminine.
She didn't move away or object when he allowed his palms to skim her curves, tracing down her sides to her hips then around to her tight bottom.
Dressed in the seductive clothing of Hell, her body's gentle shape appeared voluptuous, her narrow shoulders exposed, her round hips and breasts enhanced.
She nodded and moved forward to stand beside him, leaning her hips against the railing.
His hands traveled down her arms and settled on her hips, drawing them against his.
His lean torso, narrow hips and the outline of muscular thighs reminded her too well why she wasn't able to get him out of her mind.
He was muscular and tall, clothed in dark jeans, a snug grey T-shirt that hugged his biceps and stretched across his chest and back and then sagged at his slender torso and hips, and a round black medallion that fell from his T-shirt as he leaned over her.
He was taller than average, over six and a half feet, built like a rock with wide shoulders and tapered abdomen and hips beneath a jumpsuit similar to those worn by the prisoners.
She tried to shove him off, but he snagged her hips and dragged her down, pinning her hands over her head.
His hands were hot on her hips and his body blocked the cold wind whipping up the cliff.
Katie ducked again then twisted her hips in a perfect baseball batter.s swing and smacked her hard in the face.
A'Ran trailed several steps, watching the way her hips sashayed as she walked.
His tucked waist and hips were clad in dark brown, his feet bare.
Dean turned at the sound of the shop door opening to see Sheriff Jake Weller standing, hands on hips, staring down at him.
Her hips swayed in rhythm as she positioned her easel and paints.
He was lean, with broad shoulders, narrow hips and a flat abdomen.
But the indigo jeans hugged his lean hips in a tantalizing way and outlined the long muscles in his thighs.
His shoulders were broad, his chest wide, his stomach flat, his hips lean.
He held her close with one arm while the other slid up her side, following the curve of her hips and waist.
Hands on hips, she met his gaze defiantly.
His shoulders and hips formed a triangle that rippled with movement.
She jammed her hands on her hips and glared at him.
The indigo jeans fit snugly against his lean hips and muscular thighs.
There was no part of him that was soft, from the chiseled abs and hips to his thick biceps.
Jonny planted his hands on his hips and stared at the ceiling.
Two daggers perched at her rounded hips, and her brilliant eyes glowed in the sunlight.
Sirian stood over her and planted his hands on his hips, frowning.
He moved against her, and she responded, parting her knees and raising her hips in an ancient sign of invitation.
Vara turned away, hands on his hips and face toward the sky.
The faded jeans circled her slender hips slightly below the naval.
His muscular body took up the doorway, hands on his hips and strange red contacts glowing.
She was shorter, for one, toned and shapely, with round hips and large breasts, and a tucked waist.
He changed directions and pulled on loose judo pants that settled low on his hips before replacing the red gem at his throat.
The judo pants rode low enough on his hips to tease her imagination of what lay just a couple inches below the seam.
He pulled her closer, until her hips rested against his.
Jessi gazed up at him, goose-bumps forming on her arms as she recalled what she'd felt with his hands on her hips earlier.
Hands on hips, she smiled up at him dryly.
She clamped her hands on her hips and scowled up at him.
Pfuel was short and very thin but broad-boned, of coarse, robust build, broad in the hips, and with prominent shoulder blades.