He pulled her close and kissed her neck softly.
Her neck was tender and swallowing was painful.
The blood pounded in her neck and temples.
Suddenly she jumped up onto a tub to be higher than he, embraced him so that both her slender bare arms clasped him above his neck, and, tossing back her hair, kissed him full on the lips.
Sonya trembled all over and blushed to her ears and behind them and down to her neck and shoulders while Nicholas was speaking.
She caught her breath, warmth crawling up her neck again.
Turning, she put her arms around his neck and kissed his lips.
She encircled his neck with one arm, noting that his breathing didn't seem at all labored as he carried her across the creek.
Around Billina's neck was a string of beautiful pearls, and on her legs were bracelets of emeralds.
He rubbed the back of his neck and looked away.
I think she would like to put her two soft arms around your neck and hug you.
I could see the way Ginger looked; all her beauty gone, her beautiful arched neck drooping, all the spirit gone out of her flashing eyes, all the playfulness gone out of her manner.
Warmth crawled up her neck as she grabbed her nightgown and pulled it over her head.
His warm fingers released her shoulders and traced their way up her neck, cupping her jaws in his hands.
Warmth ran up her neck and she bit her lower lip.
Carmen rubbed her sore neck and searched the room for Alex again, but didn't find him.
His warm lips kissed their way down her neck and across her shoulder.
One glance at the picture and his neck turned red.
Then he turned away and rubbed the back of his neck in that way he did when he knew he was wrong but wasn't sure why.
A flush crawled up his neck, across his face and hid behind flashing dark eyes.
Carmen jerked her arms from his neck and sat up.
Color crawled up his neck and his gaze shifted to the coffee mug.
Carmen left her chair in one quick movement and circled his neck with her arms, kissing him on the temple.
Color crawled up his neck as he carefully placed the fork across his plate.
She lifted the hair off her neck and sighed as she paused in the shade of a huge oak tree.
She waited for him to release her, but his lips moved across her cheek and down her neck with soft caressing kisses.
She felt his breath on the back of her neck and stiffened as one arm slipped around her waist.
She had a wild urge to throw her arms around his neck and kiss the worry from his face.
Her arms encircled his neck, and her lips met his eagerly.
She could feel it in his soft kisses on her neck, in the way he whispered her name.
His warm breath on her neck sent her heart in a flurry of wild beats.
An official ran out, said some words to a merchant, called a stout official with a cross hanging on his neck to follow him, and vanished again, evidently wishing to avoid the inquiring looks and questions addressed to him.
"Well, that's all!" said Kutuzov as he signed the last of the documents, and rising heavily and smoothing out the folds in his fat white neck he moved toward the door with a more cheerful expression.
He had a St. George's Cross round his neck and looked pale and ill.
An old gentleman wearing a star and another official, a German wearing a cross round his neck, approached the speaker.
The young man in his clattering chains stepped clumsily to the spot indicated, holding away with one finger the coat collar which chafed his neck, turned his long neck twice this way and that, sighed, and submissively folded before him his thin hands, unused to work.
A vein in the young man's long thin neck swelled like a cord and went blue behind the ear, and suddenly his face flushed.
The tall youth, against whom he stumbled, seized his thin neck with his hands and, yelling wildly, fell with him under the feet of the pressing, struggling crowd.
Aren't they afraid of sinning?... said the same mob now, looking with pained distress at the dead body with its long, thin, half-severed neck and its livid face stained with blood and dust.
The gory, dust-stained, half-shaven head with its long neck trailed twisting along the ground.
He wrapped the bottle up to its neck in a table napkin and poured out wine for himself and for Pierre.
He was the same as ever, but the feverish color of his face, his glittering eyes rapturously turned toward her, and especially his neck, delicate as a child's, revealed by the turn-down collar of his shirt, gave him a peculiarly innocent, childlike look, such as she had never seen on him before.