His breath smelled of liquor.
The aroma of cologne surrounded him and his breath smelled like he had recently brushed his teeth.
She gathered it in a hug and smelled deeply of it.
The night air smelled of honeysuckle and pulsed with the sound of crickets.
It was something she had smelled at the University ... but when and where?
As she picked up one of his shirts, she smelled the same odor she had smelled last night.
It was still warm and smelled of wood smoke.
The place smelled like a mossy garden.
"Did you have kin from here?" she asked as she unlocked the building and guided us into a large office that smelled of cigars and dust.
Maybe the man owns a dog himself and Bumpus smelled the scent on him.
She smelled of her own musk, strands of hair escaping her braid to tickle his face.
The condo smelled of breakfast, and he looked around, satisfied to find it clean again.
He smelled of ocean water and blood.
At once, he felt the brush of her soft curls against the underside of his chin and smelled her amber-vanilla.
He smelled of sweat and blood.
The car still smelled of blood, and her thoughts went to Jule again as she exited the car.
The air of the dark bedroom smelled of sex and blood.
He smelled of soap, and his hair was wet.
It looked like a war zone and smelled like a cesspool.
He smelled like a heady mix of male musk and something so faint and sweet, it made her want to press her face to the skin of his chest for a better smell.
This was what she smelled, what she ached to taste.
She smelled it suddenly and jerked, scouring his body to find the blood whose scent stirred her senses.
Bare to the waist, Dean trembled in the cool mountain air until someone tossed him an old flannel shirt that smelled of sweat and cigarettes.
It smelled of earth and sunshine.
She tasted slightly sweet, the heat of her mouth contrasting with the chill of her skin, and smelled of lake water.
She didn't remember his passion, the way he tasted and smelled and felt, or the movement of his muscles beneath taut, smooth skin.
He smelled of cologne and something she always defined as masculinity.
He couldn't have been too close or the horses would have smelled him.
His body smelled of sweat and liquor.
Rhyn was right about the demons; Gabe smelled demon blood and saw the gashes across Logan's throat.
She touched, smelled and tasted everything she could, determined to remember every pleasurable part of every day she had left.
Her time was too short to turn away a tall, dark, handsome, intriguing, dangerous stranger she met on the beach in the moonlight who smelled good.
The hallway smelled medicinal and clean, like the antiseptic-laced air of a hospital mixed with pine cleaner.
It looked suspiciously like the warehouse district near the Annapolis port, and she smelled the sea on the air.
Rhyn felt suddenly jealous, wishing he could taste what smelled so wonderful.
The piglets had smelled the fruit quickly, and before the girl could reach out her hand to pluck it every one of the nine tiny ones had rushed in and commenced to devour it with great eagerness.
When she was a little girl she smelled everything and knew where she was, what neighbour's house she was passing, by the distinctive odours.
As he crossed the dam Prince Andrew smelled the ooze and freshness of the pond.
Scarcely had Pierre laid his head on the pillow before he felt himself falling asleep, but suddenly, almost with the distinctness of reality, he heard the boom, boom, boom of firing, the thud of projectiles, groans and cries, and smelled blood and powder, and a feeling of horror and dread of death seized him.
When he did so and heard the subdued moaning with which Karataev generally lay down at the halting places, and when he smelled the odor emanating from him which was now stronger than before, Pierre moved farther away and did not think about him.