This time her hands felt their way up his smooth muscular chest - up to his shoulders and then up the back of his neck.
She clung to his muscular shoulders, returning his ardent embrace.
The moonlight formed shadows on his muscular chest.
Brandon towered over her - the living room light forming a halo around his tall muscular frame.
The warmth of his muscular chest was like a magnet.
She ran her fingers along his muscular forearm.
He didn't wear a coat today and his shirtsleeves were rolled up to reveal brown muscular forearms.
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.
The man was in his prime with silver hair and dark eyes, a handsome face, and a body as muscular as Talon's.
His hands were clasped behind his back, his muscular chest and flat abs drawing her gaze.
Cocoa skin, soulful dark eyes, exotic features, and brilliant tattoos over his exposed, muscular arms.
He looked like a professional wrestler with his muscular physique, tattoos, and long braid.
He was built from the same mold—large and muscular, the kind of man more fitted to military special forces or UFC prizefighting than financial planning.
He leaned back in a chair across from her with muscular, feline grace, managing to appear both at ease and ready to pounce.
As he spoke, he peeled off his shirt to reveal a whip-like, muscular upper body coated by a thin layer of tan skin.
The silver-eyed half-demon was tall and muscular, the air around him rippling with power.
His silver gaze was wary and his muscular frame only slightly smaller than Gabriel's.
Muscular and dark-skinned, Tamer was hunched over the table in the center of the room, putting the final magic touches on a new compass.
Gazing at the muscular man who freely admitted to killing for a living, Deidre couldn't help thinking she never wanted to see something he couldn't handle.
The muscular frame, black gaze, dark clothes all looked the same.
Response as she sagged against him or of the muscular form that lifted her from the floor and carried her away.
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.
His snow cloud-colored eyes were piercing, his muscular frame making her warm from the inside out.
"I didn.t expect to see you here," Rhyn said, taking in Gabriel.s muscular form as he fought the sparring dummies behind the Sanctuary.
His thick arms were around her, his muscular chest at her back.
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 ...
In modest shorts, her legs were smooth – shapely, without the sharp angles of a muscular build.
She ran a hand along his sleek neck and patted the muscular shoulder.
Brady stretched a muscular arm across the table beside him to tug the box out of his other uniform.
Lana wrapped her arms around his muscular frame, breathing in his familiar scent.
Sometimes she puts her hand on a singer's throat to feel the muscular thrill and contraction, and from this she gets genuine pleasure.
In my account of Helen last year, I mentioned several instances where she seemed to have called into use an inexplicable mental faculty; but it now seems to me, after carefully considering the matter, that this power may be explained by her perfect familiarity with the muscular variations of those with whom she comes into contact, caused by their emotions.
Sonya was a slender little brunette with a tender look in her eyes which were veiled by long lashes, thick black plaits coiling twice round her head, and a tawny tint in her complexion and especially in the color of her slender but graceful and muscular arms and neck.
Despite his apparently delicate build Prince Andrew could endure physical fatigue far better than many very muscular men, and on the night of the battle, having arrived at Krems excited but not weary, with dispatches from Dokhturov to Kutuzov, he was sent immediately with a special dispatch to Brunn.