Then I slipped trying to rub mud on my pants to cover it up.
He jammed his hands into his pants pockets.
His wet pants clung to his legs.
She stood and brushed the seat of her pants off.
Couldn't. I peed my pants down there and he would have seen it.
A suit jacket and pants were laid out across the bed, and underwear was dropped on the floor next to it, apparently discarded by Byrne when he changed to his bathing suit.
Her breath caught at the sight of his wide, muscular chest, and the pants that dropped dangerously low on his hips.
His suede pants clung to long, thick thighs and were tucked into heavy boots.
But when I do marry, he's going to be man enough to wear the pants - and he will.
Then he brushed the sand from her pants, finishing up with a light slap on her backside.
Wiping her hands on her pants, she gripped her rifle and tried to stay awake.
She turned her back on Bordeaux and pulled her shirt from her pants, unbuttoning it so that the water could reach the sweat stained area under her breasts.
If I'd taken an instant to do so, I know I'd have pissed my pants where I stood.
A wave of guilt passed over me like fog on a beach party; guilt like a pants-down lover when the husband comes home.
A tall, toned woman who looked like she did Pilates for a living stood in the hall in tight black leather pants and a tight pink T-shirt that drew attention to her large breasts.
Damian pulled off his sweater to reveal a black T-shirt and tucked weapons into his cargo pants, boots, and pockets.
He opened it before she knocked, dressed for sparring in his judo pants and nothing else.
He wore a white shirt and snug tuxedo pants that outlined long, thick thighs and a tight ass.
He wore black pants that hugged his lower body to reveal the lean hips and long, muscular legs.
We're going to forget about spankings and I'm going to show the town my new cool pants while we all go to dinner.
Long pants or grubby clothes weren't necessary, as Dean had no intention of entering the mine.
He was standing, shoving his shirt into his pants, watching her wistfully.
Gabriel stripped out of his pants and pulled on the new ones before striding back to the pile of the rest of his things.
One of my most expensive shirts with the pants that went out of season five years ago.
He tugged on loose judo pants and flung himself on his back on the bed nearest the door.
Clothing, finding a pair of jeans, another pair of cargo pants, a scarf, and a few shirts.
Her mate, Rhyn, stood in heavy boots, running pants, and a tank top.
Following him was Kris, dressed in nothing but judo pants, as if Ully had dragged him straight out of bed.
She walked to the door and pulled it open for Hannah in her straw-colored pants and light pink sweater.
He rose, slipped his pants on and found her at the stove.
Kicking off her shoes, she rolled up her pants legs and settled in for a good time.
You want the man to wear the pants, but you're determined to do everything yourself.
Brady had piled his weapons on the couch and stripped down to a pair of pants and nothing else.
Lana freed the vault from her pants and quickly went through the opening sequence.
If I have to boot Arthur, I'll just get another pair of long pants to take his place.
Dean folded his own long pants over the back of a chair, careful not to lose his pocket change.
He could tell his left leg was bleeding through his long bike pants and his head felt rattled but in one piece.
"I can't get my pants zipped up," she blubbered.
She wiped clammy hands on her pants and moved toward the horse.
A woman your age ought to be looking for a husband – or already married, not chasing all over creation in pants, trying to act like a man.
So who says pants are men's clothing?
A gray haired woman with long braids and no teeth jerked on Cassie's pants leg.
He tried in vain to stop the water flow.
Unlike the others dressed for a white tie event, he was dressed in leather pants with a tight black Pearl Jam T-shirt, his hair braided, a chain from his spiked belt to his wallet, and heavy black boots.
Gabe's step slowed as he neared the man dressed in a white shirt held closed by two buttons and cream linen pants rolled to his knees, as if he'd been walking in the ocean.
She hurried from the room without her shoes and tucked in the alien clothing: soft, silky tunic into soft, silky pants that adjusted in size to fit her form.
Josh wants to wear the pants, but he doesn't have much respect for a subservient woman.
She unrolled her pants legs and slipped into her shoes, giving him a chagrined smile.
She touched the small vault containing the Horsemen in her cargo pants and sipped water.
Kris pursed his lips, wanting to release the curses coiled on his tongue. He looked her over. She'd at least worn sturdy shoes, long pants and shirt. She was in decent shape, slender and toned from Pilates and the gym.
Katie nodded and sawed at the root, dripped more blood, then sawed again. She forced herself to continue even as she grew tired. Sticky blood covered the hilt of the dagger, her pants, the root, Deidre's shoe and pants leg. Katie kept on, uncertain what might happen if she stopped for a break.
Fred O'Connor was seated on the toilet, a towel over his head with his pants and shorts pulled down to his ankles.
Dean finally freed the last of the knots and Fred rose, pulling up his pants, staggered a step or two and sat back down.
You don't have to tell the cops about them pulling down my pants, do you?
She emerged from the bathroom in flashy purple ski pants, a matching wool sweater.
His view of her sweat pants in front of him were like a sack of footballs being dragged back to the locker room after a high school scrimmage.
Rolling up her pants legs, she waded across the creek.
He pulled the shirt tails out of his pants and shucked it.
She wore sparring clothing consisting of snug pants and T-shirt that hugged her shape in all the right places.
Memories beckoned from the creek so she pulled off her shoes, rolled up her pants legs and waded in the cool water for a while.