He put an arm around her waist and kissed her cheek.
Her waist looked tiny, swathed in velvet and surrounded by satin.
She gripped his waist as he turned the horse around and headed back toward the hacienda.
His voice was rough, but the arm that encircled her waist held her gently.
Finally his big hands left her waist and moved to her shoulders, working out the stiffness in them, and then on to the back of her neck.
Slipping a hand around her waist, he helped her down the hall and across the living room.
He grabbed her waist before she could back away, and pulled her into his arms.
Bordeaux lay against her back, one arm around her waist and one leg thrown carelessly over hers.
There was no need to hold on to her, but his arm around her waist was welcome all the same.
His hands slid down her back to her waist and stopped, drawing her against his warm body.
His hands touched her waist and then he slipped his arms around her from behind and drew her back against his chest.
He grasped her waist and lifted her bodily from the saddle.
Grasso lifted Molly by her waist band with one hand and literally tossed her into the van before slamming it shut.
She was built the way a woman should be: shapely, with large breasts, plump lips, tiny waist, and rounded hips and ass.
Jenn reached them and bent at the waist, gasping.
His tapered waist and hips and washboard abs were on display, along with the wide chest and thick back.
He was naked from the waist up and sweaty, a combination that made her sit up and pay attention.
She tucked the hourglass into the small pocket inside her dress at waist level.
He snatched her around the waist and laughed, dragging her onto the bed with him.
Her eyes traveled over the image of him training others, his whip-like upper body bare to reveal the roped muscles of his shoulders and chest, the tucked waist and flat abs.
She possessed a head of coal black hair, tied in a single braid that extended below her waist, dark eyes, and a smile that lit up the room.
Reaching around her, he knotted it securely about her waist before forcibly disengaging her.
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.
She hugged his lean waist and smiled up at him.
His arms slipped around her waist, drawing her back against him.
She hugged his waist and smiled up at him.
In the chariot rode Ozma and Dorothy, the former in splendid raiment and wearing her royal coronet, while the little Kansas girl wore around her waist the Magic Belt she had once captured from the Nome King.
Then he tied a rope around his waist and said to his friends, Take hold of the other end, boys.
Because I am a forty-two-year-old man and I pay with an American Express and was born on a Friday, part my hair on the left, and have a thirty-four-inch waist, the machine suggests what I should buy.
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.
The waist is trimmed with pink and green brocaded velvet, and white lace, I think, and has double reefers on the front, tucked and trimmed with velvet, and also a row of tiny white buttons.
The skirt is black, while the waist is mostly yellow, trimmed with delicate lavender chiffon, and black velvet bows and lace.
Under the gleaming icons stood a long invalid chair, and in that chair on snowy- white smooth pillows, evidently freshly changed, Pierre saw--covered to the waist by a bright green quilt--the familiar, majestic figure of his father, Count Bezukhov, with that gray mane of hair above his broad forehead which reminded one of a lion, and the deep characteristically noble wrinkles of his handsome, ruddy face.
Anatole asked Natasha for a valse and as they danced he pressed her waist and hand and told her she was bewitching and that he loved her.
One of these, a nimble little man, was wearing a blue coat tied round the waist with a rope.