His warm hands slid around her waist, pulling her back against him.
My hands felt every object and observed every motion, and in this way I learned to know many things.
Removing his hands from the wall, he placed them on her shoulders, pulling her closer.
He clapped his hands slowly.
She paused, sucking in a deep breath, and then threw her hands in the air in defeat.
His hands gripped her waist, drawing her close.
The man, or boy, couldn't have been more than twenty, yet his steps were as sure as the hands that whirled her around the room.
Hands on hips, she smiled up at him dryly.
"Mommy," she croaked, lifting her hands to Carmen.
His hands gently pulled her head back and before she comprehended his intent, he kissed her lips.
She was evidently unable to speak and made a sign with her hands that they should leave her alone.
Hands clasped, she prayed fervently, asking God not to let Destiny suffer for what they had done.
He reached down and took her hands, pulling her into his arms.
She escorted him to wash his hands, talking all the while.
Alex placed his hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her back.
Carmen avoided his hands, turning to the closet.
He glanced at their joined hands, then at Lisa and Howard in turn.
His warm hands slid under her jacket, caressing her back through the thin T-shirt.
With the photos in her hands, the fertilized eggs were a thing of the past.
Katie stared at her, hands on hips.
Carmen shrugged again, plunging her hands into the warm dishwater.
Fighting with each other wasn't going to do anything but play into the hands of those instigating the trouble.
He tucked his hands into his pockets and fixed Connie with a hostile stare.
The masculine smell of him, the way his big hands caressed her cheek so softly... hands without calluses.
His hands might be soft, but he was capable of dealing with whatever came in his direction.
There was a soft step behind her, and then his hands were on her waist, his thumbs nimbly working the tense muscles.
His hands worked up her back moving gradually as he massaged every inch of the muscles on either side of her spine.
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.
It suddenly occurred to me that he might make a delightful pet; so I seized him by the tail with both hands and carried him home.
The only thing she does which requires skill with the hands is her work on the typewriter.
Her method might not succeed so completely in the hands of any one else.
He watched her while she wiped her hands, his expression unreadable.
"He shall be our little brother," said Blondel; and both the boys clapped their hands very softly.
I shall die! she muttered, wrenching herself from Marya Dmitrievna's hands with a vicious effort and sinking down again into her former position.
She stepped closer to Alex, her hands balled into fists at the end of stiff arms.
Leaning her back against the wall, hands behind her back, she watched him in the mirror.
Dulce had hands on her hips, leaning slightly forward as she spoke to him in Spanish.
A middle-aged woman entered the room, her hands full of hamburger meat as she formed a patty.
Destiny cried harder, clinging to her hands and trying to get back into her arms.
Lisa tossed Giddon a towel and plunged her hands into the soapy water in the sink.
She quickly replaced the envelope with shaking hands, making sure it was in exactly the same position as she found it.
Even she would have had trouble working with something so little, but his big hands dispensed with the job in short order.
He dropped her hands and grabbed her waist, pulling her close.
At present, they win hands down on "less expensive" and put in a decent showing on a couple more factors.
I did nothing but explore with my hands and learn the name of every object that I touched; and the more I handled things and learned their names and uses, the more joyous and confident grew my sense of kinship with the rest of the world.
I remember the surprise and the pain I felt as I noticed that they placed their hands over mine when I talked to them and that they read books with their fingers.
I thrust out my hands to grasp some support, I clutched at the water and at the seaweed which the waves tossed in my face.
For one wild, glad moment we snapped the chain that binds us to earth, and joining hands with the winds we felt ourselves divine!
I used to sit in my mother's lap all day long and keep my hands on her face because it amused me to feel the motions of her lips; and I moved my lips, too, although I had forgotten what talking was.
I cannot make notes during the lectures, because my hands are busy listening.
I took the book in my hands and tried to feel the letters with an intensity of longing that I can never forget.
She knows her life is in his hands; there is no one to protect her from his wrath.
Our hearts beat fast, and our hands trembled with excitement, not fear, for we had the hearts of vikings, and we knew that our skipper was master of the situation.
The chessmen are of two sizes, the white larger than the black, so that I have no trouble in following my opponent's maneuvers by moving my hands lightly over the board after a play.
The hands of those I meet are dumbly eloquent to me.
The touch of some hands is an impertinence.
I have met people so empty of joy, that when I clasped their frosty finger tips, it seemed as if I were shaking hands with a northeast storm.
Others there are whose hands have sunbeams in them, so that their grasp warms my heart.
Poor Teacher has had her hands full, attending to movers, and express-men, and all sorts of people.
We clapped our hands and shouted;--went away beaming with pleasure, and Teacher and I felt more light of heart than we had for sometime.
When they tried to teach her to string beads, her little hands fell to her side.
Surely there are hearts and hands ever ready to make it possible for generous intentions to be wrought into noble deeds.
She seems to be more nervous than she really is, because she expresses more with her hands than do most English-speaking people.
When she was at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston she stood on a step-ladder and let both hands play over the statues.
Her manuscripts seldom contain typographical errors when she hands them to Miss Sullivan to read.
When she is walking up or down the hall or along the veranda, her hands go flying along beside her like a confusion of birds' wings.
It should be said that any double-case watch with the crystal removed serves well enough for a blind person whose touch is sufficiently delicate to feel the position of the hands and not disturb or injure them.
Her hands are in everything; but nothing holds her attention for long.
Her untaught, unsatisfied hands destroy whatever they touch because they do not know what else to do with things.
She follows with her hands every motion you make, and she knew that I was looking for the doll.
She puts her hands in our plates and helps herself, and when the dishes are passed, she grabs them and takes out whatever she wants.
To get her to do the simplest thing, such as combing her hair or washing her hands or buttoning her boots, it was necessary to use force, and, of course, a distressing scene followed.
But when I spell into her hand, "Give me some bread," she hands me the bread, or if I say, "Get your hat and we will go to walk," she obeys instantly.
I held her hands firmly until she became more calm.
She snatched the letter and slapped the little hands soundly.
Then she took the other ball and made her sign for LARGE by spreading both hands over it.
I then said to her with the finger alphabet, "wind fast," or "wind slow," holding her hands and showing her how to do as I wished.
One of the leopards licked her hands, and the man in charge of the giraffes lifted her up in his arms so that she could feel their ears and see how tall they were.
I got up, washed my face and hands, combed my hair, picked three dew violets for Teacher and ate my breakfast.
Her little hands felt every object and observed every movement of the persons about her, and she was quick to imitate these movements.
As he came in sight of the rose-bushes that grew near the side of the house, he suddenly clapped his hands, and with a little shout of joy stopped to look at them; they were all covered with lovely rosebuds.
I clapped my chubby hands for joy when I saw that the rose-bushes were covered with lovely buds.
When the children saw the trees all aglow with brilliant colors they clapped their hands and shouted for joy, and immediately began to pick great bunches to take home.
I would cling to my mother's dress as she went about her household duties, and my little hands felt every object and observed every motion, and in this way I learned a great many things.
Who knows but if men constructed their dwellings with their own hands, and provided food for themselves and families simply and honestly enough, the poetic faculty would be universally developed, as birds universally sing when they are so engaged?
"But," says one, "you do not mean that the students should go to work with their hands instead of their heads?"
I do not wish to be any more busy with my hands than is necessary.
My head is hands and feet.
Incessant labor with my hands, at first, for I had my house to finish and my beans to hoe at the same time, made more study impossible.
I grew in those seasons like corn in the night, and they were far better than any work of the hands would have been.
With such huge and lumbering civility the country hands a chair to the city.
It does not clasp its hands and pray to Jupiter.
The countess, in dismay, looked up to heaven, clasped her hands, and turned angrily to her husband.
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 was lying on his back propped up high, and his small bony hands with their knotted purple veins were lying on the quilt; his left eye gazed straight before him, his right eye was awry, and his brows and lips motionless.
He went along the whole length of this passage to the stairs and, frowning and rubbing his forehead with both hands, went down as far as the first landing.
'Against God's might our hands can't fight.'
The factory hands followed him.
The factory hands and others followed behind, talking and shouting.
Suddenly Natasha bent her head, covered her face with her hands, and began to cry.
Chance puts the Duc d'Enghien in his hands and unexpectedly causes him to kill him--thereby convincing the mob more forcibly than in any other way that he had the right, since he had the might.
Every word of Pierre's burned into his heart, and with a nervous movement of his fingers he unconsciously broke the sealing wax and quill pens his hands came upon on his uncle's table.
What I say is: 'Join hands, you who love the right, and let there be but one banner--that of active virtue.'
The man who worked most with his hands could not think so much about what he was doing, or reflect on or command what would result from the common activity; while the man who commanded more would evidently work less with his hands on account of his greater verbal activity.
He came up behind her and took the coffee cup from her hands, sitting it on the table.
"I've got to go wash my hands and shuck this coat," she said.
He reached for her and she evaded his hands, playfully slapping him away.
Grabbing her hands, he pushed her back on the bed and held her down.
Carmen sat with her hands clutched together tightly as the plane taxied out to the runway.
Strong warm fingers touched her hand and a palm slid under hers, forcing her hands apart.
Alex leaned forward and placed his hands, fists down, on the desk.
Placing her hands over his, she eagerly returned his kiss.
She settled into his lap, welcoming the hands that encircled her waist.
Señor Medena shoved hands into his pockets.
He grabbed her hands and forced them around his waist.
His big hands came up, grasping her wrists and pulling her forward until her armpits rested on his shoulders.
By the time he set her down safe and dry on the other side, her hands were going numb and her shoulders were aching.
His big hands were surprisingly gentle as he wrapped her foot and secured it with tiny safety pins.
The beautiful creature passed her hands over her eyes an instant, tucked in a stray lock of hair that had become disarranged, and after a look around the garden made those present a gracious bow and said, in a sweet but even toned voice:
The little man looked at her closely and then took both the maiden's hands in his and shook them cordially.
"How are your brains?" enquired the little humbug, as he grasped the soft, stuffed hands of his old friend.
"Good morning, children!" said the minister; and he kindly shook hands with both.
He got down on his hands and knees and crawled into the cave.
They sat in a heavy flat-bottomed boat, each holding a long, crooked rod in his hands and eagerly waiting for "a bite."
Their faces were browned by the sun; their hands were hard and gnarly; their backs were bent by much heavy lifting; their clothing was in tatters.
So, with his own hands he carried the golden tripod to the little house where Thales lived.
Etsy allows people to trade their crafts, items they have made with their own hands and materials.
Except for my hands and hair I was not badly burned.
I also recited "Laus Deo," and as I spoke the concluding verses, he placed in my hands a statue of a slave from whose crouching figure the fetters were falling, even as they fell from Peter's limbs when the angel led him forth out of prison.
If she wanted to indicate something large, she spread the fingers of both hands as wide as she could, and brought them together, as if to clasp a big ball.
"Go!" he cried, twisting the reins round his hands, and the troyka tore down the Nikitski Boulevard.
When Gabriel came to inform her that the men who had come had run away again, she rose frowning, and clasping her hands behind her paced through the rooms a long time considering what she should do.
Natasha lying on the sofa, her head hidden in her hands, and she did not stir.
She smiled as Carmen put hands to her mouth in surprise.
He put his hands on the lad's head and said:--
Felipa held her hands out to Destiny.
His warm fingers released her shoulders and traced their way up her neck, cupping her jaws in his hands.
He said they as if the horses belonged to the ranch hands.
Señor Medena put his fork down and folded his hands.
Alex decided to build a room upstairs for his office, out of the reach of Destiny's exploring hands.
Carmen covered her mouth with her hands.
She watched him wash his hands.
She rinsed her hands.
Alex paused at the door to their bedroom, a tray of coffee in his hands.
Señor Medena leaned forward, cradling the cup of coffee in both hands.
She took a quick step back and he dropped his hands.
She stared down at her hands.
Yancey cleared his throat, and Lisa stared down at her hands.
She sobered and stared down at her hands.
Lisa looked down at her hands.
Lisa washed her hands and put the biscuits in the oven before picking her up.
He stepped back and raised his hands.
Her hands were shaking and her knees wanted to buckle.
He crammed his hands into his pockets and answered in a cold voice.
He stuck his hands in his back pockets and frowned, his gaze searching hers.
She sank to the bed weakly and covered her face with her hands.
He took her hands and helped her to her feet, his voice becoming soft and gentle, his gaze mystic.
Later, when everyone had left, Yancey took Lisa's hands in his.
He cupped her face in his hands and brushed her lips lightly with his own.
Spencer shoved his hands in his pockets and stared at the ground.
She pushed his hands away.
She scooped the tomatoes into her hands and poured them into a bowl.
She wiped her hands on a towel.
She wiped clammy hands on her pants and moved toward the horse.
Instantly his hands came up to her elbows, forcing her arms around his neck.
His warm hands slid under her jacket and explored her back through her T-shirt.
He laughed shortly as he crammed his hands into his pockets.
Brandon crammed his hands into his pockets and stared at the floor, obviously in deep thought.
He took her face in both hands.
His hands gripped her shoulders and pulled her back so that he could see her face.
He folded his hands over the saddle horn and gazed down at her.
She shoved his hands from her shoulders.
He had used her and she had played right into his hands.
He tucked his hands in his pockets and stared at his feet.
She planted her hands on her hips.
Bordeaux hit the sand on his feet, a rifle in his hands.
Gentle hands lifted her from the ground, and she buried her face in Bordeaux's chest, sobbing.
His hands slid up her arms, gently caressing her shoulders.
Even his searching hands caused her to hesitate.
She reluctantly pushed his hands away.
The only thing she accomplished was cutting her hands on the sharp rocks.
Wiping her hands on her pants, she gripped her rifle and tried to stay awake.
He deposited the package in her outstretched hands and turned, running down the hall.
She stared at Darcie, clenching her hands so tight that her fingernails bit into her palms.
Darcie folded her hands in her lap and stared at them.
Cassie stared at her hands.
She sobered and stared at her hands.
She rested her elbows on the table and cupped her chin in her hands, staring out into the night.
The alarm clock buzzed insistently and she reached over to slap the snooze button, squinting at the iridescent hands.
Then she lit the oven and washed her hands.
He dried his hands with the towel.
She turned and rested her hands on the back of one of the kitchen chairs.
He tucked his hands in his back pockets and shuffled his feet, the color in his face deepening.
Finally he stepped back from the vehicle and wiped his hands with a rag.
"I feel stupid," she answered through her hands.
He helped her down, his hands lingering on her waist as he gazed down at her.
She laughed nervously, acutely aware of the warmth of his hands through her cotton dress.
Unsure what to do with her hands, she rested them on his arms.
Claudette folded her hands in her lap.
And then cool hands were pulling her hair back and turning on the water.
Mary threw her hands in the air.
She was riding behind Cade, her hands clinging to his lean hips.
Clenching her hands together she prayed fervently.
He jabbed his hands in his pockets and looked away.
He came through the door, his hands behind him and a smug look on his face.
He pulled his hands from behind his back and held them out to her.
He cupped her face in his hands and leaned down, brushing her lips softly with his.
His hands slid down her back to her waist and stopped, drawing her against his warm body.
From now on she would tell him to keep his hands to himself.
His hands touched her waist and then he slipped his arms around her from behind and drew her back against his chest.
He dropped his hands and stepped away, frowning down at her.
She jerked the plug out of the sink and dried her hands.
She folded her hands in her lap and stared at them.
She wrung her hands.
She bit her lower lip and looked down at her hands again.
Zach stirred and yawned, the tiny hands opening in a stretch.
"You didn't tell me," Betsy said, hands on her hips, and out of ear shot of the others.
My smile disappeared when I saw Howard Abbott on the sofa, his head in his hands.
"Sorry," he mumbled, wringing his hands.
Betsy strolled in, wiping flour from her hands on a dish towel.
I was left sitting on my hands until the appointed hour of Howie's nap before Betsy assigned me the chore of remaining in the small room while he slept.
"I can't thank you and Betsy enough," he prattled as we shook hands.
With his hands to his face, he burst into tears, shocking us.
I put my hands over my ears.
I drive the country roads, humming my tune, my new little pet safely in my hands.
The phone slipped out of my trembling hands.
Howie was bewildered, leaving everything in our hands.
Once my telephone ordeal was over, everything was out of our hands.
It took three tries before we were satisfied our information was in believing hands.
Holdings hands like an old world family; we were committing our lives together like marriage vows.
It shows me you have some inkling of the importance of this gift you possess and the dire consequences of it falling into the wrong hands.
I'm in your hands, like always.
Both felt we should keep our hands off the matter.
Now there were two problems, both stuck on hold, and out of our hands.
He remained content to leave such criminal havoc in the hands of the police.
"We've got a problem," he said as we gathered around our conference table, a cold cup of coffee in each of our hands.
We stood back to back, holding hands and baby-stepped three hundred and sixty degrees, taking in the breath taking scene in all directions.
They were holding hands.
There was a sad acceptance Howie's future belonged in Howie's hands and not ours.
"I'm pleased to meet you," said Miss Molly as she shook each of our hands in turn.
Quinn and Martha perpetually had their hands full with their baby and Betsy stayed home, content to have extra time with our expanding garden.
She slumped down, her hands to her face.
That was left solely in my hands.
With time on my hands and not even a dog to talk to, I turned to the computer.
We have our hands full with cases down here.
I held both her hands in mine.
Martha exclaimed when I told her Julie had entered the million dollar hunt for Howie and her letter might have fallen into the wrong hands.
Having time on my hands and nothing to do, I called After.
Can you get that information into the hands of the authorities without jeopardizing how you obtained the information?
I said a silent prayer the young lady hadn't fallen into the hands of someone like our stalker.
When I spotted her, Molly and Julie were by her side with Molly holding hands with each.
She's in good hands.
We were content to allow him this small title of uniqueness knowing it was killing him to be so close to a scientific miracle with hands tied and mouth gagged against announcing his findings to the world.
My beloved Betsy, my world, was in his hands.
I have no fear this woman will attempt to escape as she sees my knife and knows full well her daughter's life is in my hands.
It must have been Molly; knowing her very life, was in my hands.
We held hands, needing each other's comfort.
Please, Elizabeth, remove all of your clothing; everything and come to the door with your hands in front of you.
They have the equipment; once it's in your hands, you'll have the ability.
She counted them with shaking hands.
"I don't know," he said at last and flung himself into a chair, planting his hands against his forehead.
He ran his hands through his wet hair again.
She shivered, sensing something truly evil in his monotonous voice and cold hands.
Darian wrung his hands like an excited child at the news.
She reached the door and undid the locks with trembling hands, wondering what kind of person kept five locks on his door.
Even his hands were muscular, and she couldn't help comparing his light touch to Talon's brutal grip.
She swallowed her other questions and twisted her hands in her lap, distraught.
She sighed and reached out to her brother, resting her hands on his cheeks.
I'm not allowed to shake hands with humans.
Bianca shook her head, her hands trembling again at the otherworldly display.
She tugged at her hands, but he held her tight, enjoying the feel of her beneath him.
She'd been through hell at Talon's hands.
She placed her hands on either side of his and closed her eyes, concentrating.
She scooted forward and placed her hands on either side of his face.
He dropped his hands to his sides and stared at himself.
He sat on the floor, hands covering his face, while Dusty stood.
She looked away fast for fear of the sizzling blue gaze and dropped to her knees in front of Darian, pulling his hands from his face to see the wound.
She flushed again as she always did, and he crossed to her, resting his hands on her thighs as he leaned his hips against the counter between her knees.
He smoothed her bouncy curls, wanting to let his hands continue down her body.
He flung himself down in the chair again and propped up his forehead with his hands.
She pulled on jeans and a sweater, hands shaking as she pulled on socks.
Hands shaking, she looked around the car's interior for a cell.
His face was excited as he held out the contents of his hands.
He took her face in his hands and drew her to him, kissing her once again.
She placed her hands on her face and winced as Sofi vacuumed her power as Darian had.
When he was too pissed to think straight, he slammed his hands into the boards covering a store's front door.
He turned away, hands on hips as he surveyed the distant beaches.
The Black God held out his hands.
"Come back to me, Jonny," she whispered, crying as she placed her hands on his face.
Her hands rested on Dusty while her gaze remained on the burning clubhouse.
She shoved the phone and her hands in her pockets to keep them warm as she picked her way through the littered alley.
The Magician piled her coat on top of her table with shaking hands and walked toward the hallway where the restrooms were.
Yully fled the pub for her car and opened the door with cold, fumbling hands.
It still rained, but it wasn't cold that made her hands tremble as she left the car.
Jule sat with his back against the far wall, his lip bloodied, one eye black, and his hands chained above his head to the pipes running from the floor to the ceiling.
If the man didn't freeze down there, he'd die at the hands of her father and his strange delusion that this man wanted her dead.
He set his coat down on the counter, and her hands began to tremble.
Jule pulled his hands free from the handcuffs and tugged the blanket up.
She didn't want to think about it, not when her hands were covered in the blood of her attacker-turned-savior.
His lips turned more demanding, and he took her hands in his.
His hands were rough and calloused, but his touch was light and opened the comforting flow of energy between them.
Their hands were bathed in the same strange haze that surrounded him.
There was interest in his glowing red eyes, and she rested the palms of her hands on the knives at her belt.
Darian held out his as well, and Jule took both their hands, at once bombarded with Bianca's cool energy and Darian's hot energy.
He released their hands, panting.
"You'll have to use your bare hands," he said, looking her over.
The vamp snatched the phone from her pocket and stepped away, hands raised.
She shivered despite her lamb's wool coat, her hands plunged deep into pockets that contained weapons.
Jule took her hands in his and rested them on his thigh.
Jule hesitated only a moment longer before he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her.
She steadied her breathing, swearing to herself that these would be the last to die at her father's hands.
He gathered his power, and an orb of light formed in his hands.
Jenn lowered her hands and strode to the small collection of her things: a towel for the gym, a bottle of water, and a backpack filled with the weapons Jonny had given her when they returned a couple hours ago from Ireland.
Jule cupped her cheeks in his hands and kissed her deeply.
They're doctors, Lacy said, looking up from the memo in her hands.
Sofia shrugged the sense of foreboding away and stuffed her hands into her pockets.
"I've been trying to call …" His voice trailed off as he took in her bloodied hands and the pills scattered all over the bathroom floor.
Her body was beginning to ache more, from her battered hands to her bruised cheek from when she'd fallen after fainting the night before.
She wrenched away from both men and pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes, trying to stop the visions.
You couldn't keep your hands off—" "You two know each other?"
He clasped his hands behind his head, giving her an unobstructed view of his body.
"Hold 'em, Dusty," Damian shouted and placed his hands on the wall.
He sealed his skin around the tube, forced the flow downward, and placed his hands on her, forcing her body to accept his blood.
Damian rested his hands on her shoulders.
He stood and shook hands with both of them.
He pressed her back against the couch, and she yielded, her hands touching his face, his soft hair, his neck.
She held her head in her hands, tormented by his pain without understanding how she was supposed to help a dead man.
He shook hands with Damian, a small smile on his chiseled features.
Visitors held out their hands like this, Dusty said, indicating his outstretched hand.
The first man was in his prime, and his eyes crinkled in a genuine smile when he clasped hands with Dustin.
He roared and slammed his hands on the desk at the far end of the library, unable to stop the images racing through his mind.
She sat on one of two fold-out chairs in the concrete room, legs crossed and hands in her lap.
Suddenly she was mewling, kneeling beside him, her hands on his thigh and her face soft and beguiling.
"Damian," she purred, approaching him and resting her hands on his chest.
He planted his hands on either side of her and lowered his face to her level.
He traced his fingers over the scars on his hands and followed them up his arms, then his chest, then his legs.
"What does he want with me?" she asked, hands shaking.
Aggravated by her second display of defiance in one night, he crossed to her and planted his hands on either side of her chair, demanding her attention.
He waved her to exit, and she did so, her hands shaking as she opened the door.
His face was as deeply scarred as his hands.
She took his face in her hands the way she had Damian the night he wanted to destroy the world and forced him to meet her gaze.
She touched her hands to his cheeks again.
Sofia pushed Darian's hands away.
She took his face in her hands again, forcing his attention on her.
He placed his hands on Damian's face.
"No, kiri, you've done enough," Darian said, taking her hands.
His eyes were closed, his body hunched and hands clenched together.
She placed her hands on his face and pulled him closer, hugging him.
He clasped his hands behind his back.
The Watcher placed both hands on his head.
She cleaned them off with hands that trembled from the confrontation.
He stood at ease before her, unconcerned with teaching her to kill then exposing himself to death at her hands.
What would it be like to run her hands over Darkyn's lean frame the way she had Gabriel's, to feel his sharp teeth nip the delicate skin of her inner thighs and breasts?
Her hands ceased quivering as she ran them across his chest, over his firm shoulders and shapely arms before returning to his chest.
He slid her dress free, his hands moving over her body possessively before he lifted her and carried her to the bed.
The nip of his fangs at her neck, inner thighs and breasts almost drove her over the edge while his hot tongue and hands explored every part of her.
He pinned her hands above her head to keep her still then whispered the command again.
She remembered touching Darkyn's chest and feeling aroused by the idea of his hands on her.
Darkyn's hands were clasped behind his back.
Darkyn caught her hands and pushed them down to her side.
He touched her, trailing his hands down her arms.
Deidre took his face in her hands, hungrily trying to taste more of him as she explored his mouth with fervor.
She touched his neck with trembling hands and felt his pulse.
She glanced back over her shoulder to see Darkyn standing where she left him, hands clasped behind his back, watching her with the cold smile that told her there was more going on than she suspected.
"There's more, but …" She shook her head, hands trembling.
He stood a few meters away, hands clasped behind his back.
Darkyn rested his hands on her hips and drew her into his body.
One of his hands brushed her hip then returned.
He took her arm with one of the hands that had explored every part of her body not two weeks before.
He pushed her hair over one shoulder, and his hands dropped.
He looked away, towards the window, hands on his hips.
The brief pain turned quickly into pleasure intense enough that she began panting, her hands roaming his body.
Deidre put her hands over her mouth to keep from squealing and stepped back to give Wynn room.
"It's like these books and when you open them, these movies spring up," she said, motioning with her hands.
His hands skimmed her arms to circle her and rest at the small of her back.
She tugged her hands free and leaned into him, sobbing and shaking, unable to support herself.
She shivered, unaware just how close she'd been to dying by his hands.
His hands moved down her body, and he nudged her head aside.
She took his face in her hands and traced his cheekbones and jawline with her fingers.
It dissipated into black smoke in his hands.
His hands ran down her naked body possessively.
She planted her hands on her hips, tempted but not about to do it, now the she knew he wanted her to.
She pressed her hands together then pulled them apart about a foot.
They inched forward, one behind the other, hands at their sides lest they rub the slime of the rock walls that wept on either side.
She halted and quickly piled five small stones in an arrow pointing back the way they'd come, then wiped her muddied hands on her jeans.
It's out of all our hands.
She strode to the driver's side of the Jeep, hands on her hips, a no-nonsense look on her startlingly attractive face.
"Put your hands on the roof," Larkin demanded.
"Where are your parents?" she asked, as Dean continued to stand, hands on the roll bar that circled the Jeep.
She buried her face in her hands, sobbed and shrank down in her seat.
She tucked her hands under her bottom to stop.
You've got more time on your hands than an unemployed whaler.
He wanted to warn the young man to wear a bulletproof vest and keep his hands in his lap for protection.
Even David Dean, although he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut in front of his wife, was forced to cross every finger of both hands.
"We got a real live mystery on our hands," Fred said.
Cynthia waved her hands.
It's stupid even fighting about any of the land before we make sure that gold-digging bitch doesn't screw us and get her hands on all of it!
We'll take it nice and slow and hold hands.
They crept forward, still holding hands although it was cumbersome to do so in the closeness of the passageway.
Lydia glanced up and down and then took Fitzgerald's face in her hands and kissed him full on the mouth—no glad-to-see-you-grandpa embrace.
Dean willed his hands to remain in his pockets.
The two chatted while Cynthia dried her hands.
Wedding plans were progressing nicely, now totally out of male hands, and Randy's baseball activities were in high gear.
You're in better hands than I was being on Billy's team.
Maybe that's why I want it to stay out of their hands.
"Here," said Mrs. Worthington, shoving a bucket of hard candy in one of Dean's hands and a cluster of strung beads in the other.
The six ladies-in-waiting of the Dean for Sheriff brigade cupped their hands and booed the competition, to the delight of the crowd.
We got him beat hands down.
While Jennifer didn't complain, Dean could see her hands gripping the sides of the vehicle tightly as they moved steadily upward.
Jennifer gasped at the sight and stood, hands on the roll bar, and drank in the works of nature's paintbrush.
Jennifer said as she bent on hands and knees to look closer.
We based the age on when the ownership of the mine changed hands and when it was last worked.
He turned and leaned over the edge, cupping his hands.
Hold the rope in both hands.
He tried to hold the flashlight, but he needed both hands to secure the line.