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.
Her hair was free, the long, loose curls cascading down her shoulders and back.
Alex placed his hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her back.
He planted his hands on Darian's shoulders, and the Grey God looked up.
Prince Andrew rose, shrugged his shoulders, and walked about the room.
But he threw it upon his shoulders and seemed well satisfied.
It can't be helped! said the count, shrugging his shoulders and speaking playfully of a matter that evidently distressed him.
He grabbed her shoulders, pulling her roughly against him and kissed her lips in a demanding way that roused more anger than anything else.
He tried to look away but I turned him by the shoulders and until our faces were inches apart.
The tension melted from Gabriel's shoulders as he sat on the settee across from Andre.
His shoulders swayed gracefully, the open denim jacket swinging loosely in the breeze.
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.
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.
Molly shrugged her shoulders, as if she were being scolded.
From his shoulders to his chest to his flat midsection, every part of him looked as if he'd been carefully carved from stone.
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.
Suddenly his face assumed a subtle expression, he shrugged his shoulders with an air of perplexity.
The stout man rose, frowned, shrugged his shoulders, and evidently trying to appear firm began to pull on his jacket without looking about him, but suddenly his lips trembled and he began to cry, in the way full-blooded grown-up men cry, though angry with himself for doing so.
Boris shrugged his shoulders, his Serene Highness would not have it, or someone persuaded him.
And the sergeant, taking one of the men by the shoulders, gave him a shove with his knee.
Napoleon shrugged his shoulders and continued to pace up and down without replying.
The peasants went up and took him by his shoulders and legs, but he moaned piteously and, exchanging looks, they set him down again.
They again took him by the shoulders and laid him on the stretcher.
The peasants, adjusting the stretcher to their shoulders, started hurriedly along the path they had trodden down, to the dressing station.
Ah... those peasants! shouted an officer, seizing by their shoulders and checking the peasants, who were walking unevenly and jolting the stretcher.
Bilibin shrugged his shoulders, as much as to say that not even he could help in that difficulty.
"But it's impossible..." declared the gentlemen of the suite, shrugging their shoulders but not venturing to utter the implied word--le ridicule...