She hugged his waist and smiled up at him.
He put an arm around her waist and kissed her cheek.
She tucked the hourglass into the small pocket inside her dress at waist level.
He gently disentangled his arms from her hands and gripped her waist, pulling her close.
His hands touched her waist and then he slipped his arms around her from behind and drew her back against his chest.
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.
Grasso lifted Molly by her waist band with one hand and literally tossed her into the van before slamming it shut.
Jenn reached them and bent at the waist, gasping.
The skirt is black, while the waist is mostly yellow, trimmed with delicate lavender chiffon, and black velvet bows and lace.
His arms slipped around her waist, drawing her back against him.
He grabbed her waist before she could back away, and pulled her into his arms.
His hands gripped her waist, drawing her close.
He stepped closer, slipping his other hand around her waist, and pulled her gently against him.
He was naked from the waist up and sweaty, a combination that made her sit up and pay attention.
He leaned forward, his hand finding her waist, and drew her toward him.
He dropped her hands and grabbed her waist, pulling her close.
There was no need to hold on to her, but his arm around her waist was welcome all the same.
Reaching around her, he knotted it securely about her waist before forcibly disengaging her.
She hugged his lean waist and smiled up at him.
Coming up behind her, he grasped her waist and pulled her into the circle of his arms.
She gripped his waist as he turned the horse around and headed back toward the hacienda.
Carmen let loose of his waist, moving away from the unclean thought.
She gripped him around the waist, wishing she could crush the breath from him.
This time she stretched her arms around his waist without hesitation.
There was a soft step behind her, and then his hands were on her waist, his thumbs nimbly working the tense muscles.
She nodded, hugging his lean waist until they had to let go at the bedroom door.
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.
He sighed heavily and rolled over, putting an arm around Carmen's waist and snuggling close to her.
She accepted his warm hand and welcomed the way it slipped around her waist once she stood.
Alex grabbed Carmen's waist and pulled her back a few steps.
Instead of putting an arm around her waist and drawing her close, he turned away from her.
Then he tied a rope around his waist and said to his friends, Take hold of the other end, boys.
Her other dress is purple, trimmed with purple velvet, and the waist has a collar of cream lace.
Prince Andrew entered a plain tidy room and saw at the table a man of forty with a long waist, a long closely cropped head, deep wrinkles, scowling brows above dull greenish-hazel eyes and an overhanging red nose.
Pierre, girt with a rope round his waist and wearing shoes Karataev had made for him from some leather a French soldier had torn off a tea chest and brought to have his boots mended with, went up to the sick man and squatted down beside him.
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.
Only the eldest princess, the one with the stony face and long waist, was still living in Pierre's house.
One of these, a nimble little man, was wearing a blue coat tied round the waist with a rope.
His warm hands slid around her waist, pulling her back against him.
Strong arms slipped around her waist, drawing her back against him.
Her waist looked tiny, swathed in velvet and surrounded by satin.
His hand gently pressed on her waist, drawing her closer as he leaned down.
His warm hand on her waist was reassuring.
Alex hesitantly put an arm around her waist, relaxing when she caressed his hand.
She clamped her arms around his waist again.
One hand on her waist, the other holding hers lightly, he gracefully swept her around.
His hands slid down her back to her waist and stopped, drawing her against his warm body.
He grasped her waist and lifted her bodily from the saddle.
Lydia Larkin was bent over at the waist, hardly able to stand, clutching her mid-section.
The off-the-shoulder style with its white lace made the most of her newly acquired tan, and the shiny black belt and full skirt made her waist look small.
Finally he reached out and took her waist in his hands, drawing her back against him.
The angry eldest princess, with the long waist and hair plastered down like a doll's, had come into Pierre's room after the funeral.
"I have the pleasure of being already acquainted, if the countess remembers me," said Prince Andrew with a low and courteous bow quite belying Peronskaya's remarks about his rudeness, and approaching Natasha he held out his arm to grasp her waist before he had completed his invitation.
Bordeaux lay against her back, one arm around her waist and one leg thrown carelessly over hers.
One fair-haired young soldier of the third company, whom Prince Andrew knew and who had a strap round the calf of one leg, crossed himself, stepped back to get a good run, and plunged into the water; another, a dark noncommissioned officer who was always shaggy, stood up to his waist in the water joyfully wriggling his muscular figure and snorted with satisfaction as he poured the water over his head with hands blackened to the wrists.
He rolled to face her, his other hand seeking her waist and drawing her close.
He grabbed her waist and drew her close.
His warm hands dropped to her waist and slid to the back, pulling her gently against him.
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.
Alex grabbed Carmen by the waist and lifted her out, standing her gently on the ground.
His voice was rough, but the arm that encircled her waist held her gently.
He snatched her around the waist and laughed, dragging her onto the bed with him.
He tied the line around Dean's waist with practiced fingers, keeping it below Dean's naked upper torso.
He helped her down, his hands lingering on her waist as he gazed down at her.
His gaze dropped to her waist and an eyebrow shot up.
She leaned against the waist-high wall.
His hand moved down her side to her waist and then down to her leg, caressing the back of her knee in a delightful way.
She was built the way a woman should be: shapely, with large breasts, plump lips, tiny waist, and rounded hips and ass.