His shoulders swayed gracefully, the open denim jacket swinging loosely in the breeze.
This time her hands felt their way up his smooth muscular chest - up to his shoulders and then up the back of his neck.
Alex placed his hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her back.
Even the way she wore her hair, with those braids wrapped around the top of her head like a crown and the long shiny blond curls falling around her shoulders and down her back – she wasn't simply beautiful.
He towered over them both, the muscles in his arms and shoulders straining against his shirt as he hooked his thumbs in the front pockets of his jeans.
He grabbed her shoulders, pulling her roughly against him and kissed her lips in a demanding way that roused more anger than anything else.
She leaned forward and stood on her toes, gripping his shoulders as she kissed his cheek.
Adrienne watched him walk away, his shoulders drooped slightly.
His hands gripped her shoulders and pulled her back so that he could see her face.
He watched her for a few minutes while she crawled under the wagon and pulled her blanket around her shoulders, and then he walked away.
She must have let her shoulders droop, or maybe it was her trembling body.
She admired his magnificent back and shoulders and then looked away.
Like the way his broad shoulders swayed so gracefully with each step as he strode to the corral - or the way he lounged in a doorway, coffee in one hand, one long leg thrown carelessly over the other.
And then he walked away, his shoulders swaying like a pendulum with his stride.
Claudette digested the response reflectively and then lifted her lovely shoulders in a graceful shrug again.
Molly shrugged her shoulders, as if she were being scolded.
He tried to look away but I turned him by the shoulders and until our faces were inches apart.
From his shoulders to his chest to his flat midsection, every part of him looked as if he'd been carefully carved from stone.
Her hair was free, the long, loose curls cascading down her shoulders and back.
He planted his hands on Darian's shoulders, and the Grey God looked up.
The fate of humanity was on his shoulders, with only an innocent woman between him and his ability to help the Guardians.
He opened his eyes and trotted silently up the stairs, rolling his shoulders back in preparation for a fight with the Other.
His long, sleek hair was tied in a tight braid, and despite the cold and wind he wore only a long-sleeved sweater that hugged the muscles of his arms and shoulders beneath a down vest.
Wide shoulders, chiseled chest, rippling abs … even his scent—of pure man mixed with the mystery of night—lured her like an animal falling for a hunter's bait.
She stayed the urge to curl up in her chair, jumping when a shadow with lopsided shoulders emerged from the corner dressed like an executioner in black hood and gloves.
It was dark, cold, and the shots hit the man with lopsided shoulders, dropping him dead to the ground.
If his name scrawled across her shoulders didn't mark her as his, the collar did.
Her hands ceased quivering as she ran them across his chest, over his firm shoulders and shapely arms before returning to his chest.
She wore the Grecian style gown of Hell: secured around her neck by a loose band, it draped over her curves and pooled at her feet, leaving her arms, shoulders and back bare to the hips.
So far, wee Maria stood head and shoulders over any other domestic helper Bird Song had employed.
Dean nodded in agreement, his stomach roiling and his heart racing as he hoisted his knapsack to his shoulders and they slowly entered.
Narrow shoulders, rounded hips and a petite frame were distinctly feminine.
The tension melted from Gabriel's shoulders as he sat on the settee across from Andre.
Her shoulders were hunched, her head down.
They were so tame that they sat on the shoulders of St. Francis and ate from his hand.
But he threw it upon his shoulders and seemed well satisfied.
Then I pinned a veil over my head so that it covered my face and fell in folds down to my shoulders, and tied an enormous bustle round my small waist, so that it dangled behind, almost meeting the hem of my skirt.
She has a fine head, and it is set on her shoulders just right.
Of what use this measuring of me if she does not measure my character, but only the breadth of my shoulders, as it were a peg to bang the coat on?
Samuel Laing says that "the Laplander in his skin dress, and in a skin bag which he puts over his head and shoulders, will sleep night after night on the snow... in a degree of cold which would extinguish the life of one exposed to it in any woollen clothing."
My employment out of doors now was to collect the dead wood in the forest, bringing it in my hands or on my shoulders, or sometimes trailing a dead pine tree under each arm to my shed.
Prince Andrew rose, shrugged his shoulders, and walked about the room.
It can't be helped! said the count, shrugging his shoulders and speaking playfully of a matter that evidently distressed him.
But if the count, getting more and more into the swing of it, charmed the spectators by the unexpectedness of his adroit maneuvers and the agility with which he capered about on his light feet, Marya Dmitrievna produced no less impression by slight exertions--the least effort to move her shoulders or bend her arms when turning, or stamp her foot-- which everyone appreciated in view of her size and habitual severity.