Arms Sentence Examples
She clamped her arms around his waist again.
The Prussians are up in arms now.
This world in arms is not spending money alone.
He caressed her arms and leaned into her hug.
Strong arms slipped around her waist, drawing her back against him.
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.
Gathering her in his arms, he pulled her close - his lips seeking hers hungrily.
She slipped eagerly into his arms and their lips met hungrily.
Some time later she awoke in his arms.
Dropping her arms, she stepped back and wiped her mouth, staring up at him as though he had initiated the incident.
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He reached his arms out to her.
He lifted her into his arms and carried her to his bedroom, gently lowering her to the bed.
She struggled, but he wrapped his arms around her in a hold she couldn't break.
His hands slid up her arms, gently caressing her shoulders.
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He hesitated then wrapped his arms around her, resting his cheek against her head.
Before this crowned Gargoyle had recovered himself Zeb had wound a strap several times around its body, confining its wings and arms so that it could not move.
Dorothy held Eureka in her arms and bade her friends a fond good-bye.
Just ahead of them were the gates of Hugson's Ranch, and Uncle Hugson now came out and stood with uplifted arms and wide open mouth, staring in amazement.
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The doll cried, too, and stretched out its arms from among the green branches, and looked distressed.
And he caught the bear, took it in his arms, lifted it from the ground, and began dancing round the room with it.
Her enormous figure stood erect, her powerful arms hanging down (she had handed her reticule to the countess), and only her stern but handsome face really joined in the dance.
On hearing this the regimental commander hung his head, silently shrugged his shoulders, and spread out his arms with a choleric gesture.
AdvertisementAlex gently turned her around and took her into his arms.
Turning, she put her arms around his neck and kissed his lips.
Felipa took her from his arms and held her.
Alex retrieved her from Felipa and shifted her so that she sat on his arm, one of her arms around his neck.
He pulled her into his arms.
Sliding her arms around his neck, she pressed against him.
The memory brought goose bumps to her arms.
She lifted Destiny into her arms.
She started crying and holding her arms up to Carmen.
He reached down and took her hands, pulling her into his arms.
She walked behind his chair, leaning over it and putting her arms around him.
Then she unbuttoned the first few buttons on his shirt and slipped her arms around his neck.
Without a word, she slipped into his arms and fell into the rhythm of his step.
Carmen leaned back in his arms and smiled up at him.
She relaxed in his arms, comfortable in surrendering to his lead.
She turned her face away, twisting free of his arms.
He started the engine and she clamped her arms around him, clinging to him as he spun the tires in a spray of pebbles and rocks.
She crossed her arms and gave him a level look.
She started down the path again, lifting her arms and spinning around.
His step was light as he crossed the room and gently lifted Tammy into his arms.
The night air was chilly on her bare arms and she shivered involuntarily, annoyed at herself because it looked like an obvious ploy.
She snuggled into his arms and felt safe for the first time since the accident.
She leaned into his kiss, completely surrendering to the arms that surrounded her.
She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her cheek against him.
She crossed her arms over her chest.
Lifting her into strong arms, he deposited her roughly on the wagon seat.
He lifted her in his arms and she allowed him to carry her deeper into the cave.
His strong arms wrapped around her and he kissed her forehead.
She rubbed her arms again.
He dropped his arms and turned to face her.
His gaze returned to Sofia, and she crossed her arms under his scrutiny.
She crossed her arms and followed him in.
She can shut her eyes and bend her arms and sit down and stand up straight.
They seized him by his arms; but he was so strong that everyone who touched him was sent flying.
The count jumped up and, swaying from side to side, spread his arms wide and threw them round the little girl who had run in.
Suddenly she jumped up onto a tub to be higher than he, embraced him so that both her slender bare arms clasped him above his neck, and, tossing back her hair, kissed him full on the lips.
While the count was being turned over, one of his arms fell back helplessly and he made a fruitless effort to pull it forward.
When Tikhon came to her Princess Mary was sitting on the sofa in her room, holding the weeping Mademoiselle Bourienne in her arms and gently stroking her hair.
When she saw the count, she stretched out her arms to him, embraced his bald head, over which she again looked at the letter and the portrait, and in order to press them again to her lips, she slightly pushed away the bald head.
Rostov took the letter and, throwing the money on the sofa, put both arms on the table and began to read.
Another, the red, stout Nesvitski, lay on a bed with his arms under his head, laughing with an officer who had sat down beside him.
Whether tomorrow brings victory or defeat, the glory of our Russian arms is secure.
The muscles on his chest and arms were not well defined.
She stepped closer to Alex, her hands balled into fists at the end of stiff arms.
In the darkness, Alex found her and pulled her into his arms.
Destiny cried harder, clinging to her hands and trying to get back into her arms.
Carmen handed Destiny the doll and she wrapped it in her arms.
Giddon held his hands out and the toddler hurled herself into his arms.
They finally reached the creek, where Giddon stopped long enough to scoop her into his arms.
The thought brought goose bumps to her arms.
He lifted Tammy into his arms.
He straddled a chair and leaned his arms across the top of it while he sipped his coffee.
Instantly his hands came up to her elbows, forcing her arms around his neck.
He grabbed her waist before she could back away, and pulled her into his arms.
She slipped her arms around his neck and forced his lips down harder on her own.
She squirmed from his arms; her breath coming in short gasps.
What do you think I've been going through lately... wanting to tell you, wanting to hold you in my arms - not knowing if you felt the way I did.
If she hadn't been there in his arms only minutes ago, she never would have guessed he had been so aroused.
She wrapped her arms around her knees and stared into the dusk.
He laughed and grabbed her fist, jerking her into his arms.
His arms were folded across his chest and a twinkle was in his eyes.
Adrienne's stomach lurched and chill bumps popped out on her arms.
About the way he smiled, so sweet and innocent - the way his arms felt around her, so comforting and secure.
She leaned forward and draped her arms around the horse's shoulders.
She rubbed her arms as cold fingers clutched at her heart.
She cradled her throbbing head on her arms and tried to relax.
In her room, she dropped on the bed and threw her arms out, sinking into its softness.
Before she had time to protest, he scooped her into his arms and deposited her in the buggy.
He reached down and grabbed her by the arms, pulling her up into his lap.
She leaned back in arms.
She rubbed her arms and left the room.
He took the wood from her arms and dropped it into the wood box.
She hugged her arms and hunched down into her jacket, her teeth chattering.
He lounged against the doorway; arms folded across his chest, and contemplated the family room.
Instantly strong arms scooped her off the ladder and lowered her safely to the floor.
The arms that rescued her continued to cradle her gently, and what the fall had failed to do to her heart beat, his close proximity completed.
How the dream began, she couldn't remember but she was in his arms and he was gazing down at her, his expression as bland as usual.
Unsure what to do with her hands, she rested them on his arms.
His expression was openly compassionate as he reached out, drawing her into his arms and guiding her head to his shoulder.
He rubbed his arms, unable to completely suppress a shudder.
Her arms slid around his neck of their own volition and she pressed close to him passionately returning his affection.
He lifted her into his arms and turned toward the family room door.
She whispered softly as she slipped her arms around his neck and returned his passionate kiss.
But nothing was different when she woke in his arms hours later.
His hands touched her waist and then he slipped his arms around her from behind and drew her back against his chest.
He lifted his arms to help her down.
His arms barely reached his ears.
Cynthia gathered him into her arms and sat down on the bed.
Martha shouted, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me on the lips while I still clung on to my steering wheel.
He twisted, turned and moved his arms constantly, a determined look painted on his face.
It's a wonder we didn't raise our arms in surrender.
I put my arms around her but I didn't know what to say.
I tightened my arms about her.
Over their shoulder I saw Martha leave, with little Claire in her arms.
I lifted the sleeping child to my arms, and holding a concealed knife against her body, told the frightened woman to follow me, in silence.
A stocky man with a baseball cap visor obscuring most of his face carried Molly in his arms.
Though I could hardly raise my arms above my aching side, I kept working.
He took her arms and sat her in a chair, handed her a fistful of tissues, and knelt.
Her alarm growing, she crossed her arms and climbed the stairs to the kitchen area.
The man who spoke snatched her arms from behind and shoved her into the kitchen.
Blood trickled down both arms before her wounds healed themselves.
By the time they entered the building, her arms and legs were responsive again.
He leaned against the wall a few feet from her, arms crossed and cold blue eyes on her.
Talon's work on her arms pissed him off, but he hadn't considered the wounds were as recent as yesterday.
The water was cold, and she shook, her arms hugging her knees to her chest.
He stood near the windows and had in his arms a stack of clothing.
He was just … She shuddered and crossed her arms.
Have Jenn twist a few arms for details and to validate the intercepts.
Am I still grounded? she asked, pinning him with a cold glare and crossing her arms.
He crossed his arms and glanced at his watch.
Instead, he wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug.
Her arms were crossed and she was chewing on her lower lip again.
His eyes lit up, and Bianca flung herself into his arms, thrilled to feel her brother's lanky body again.
Jenn was dressed in a revealing top and tight jeans, her arms crossed and her features amused.
She stepped into his view, and he dropped his arms, throwing back his head to suck in deep breaths.
He recalled how soothing her hug had been earlier and itched to feel her soft, warm body in his arms again.
He gathered her warm body in his arms and smoothed away the curls that clung to his face, breathing her deep scent before he dropped into the first peaceful slumber in ages.
She was curled up in it, her head resting on one of the arms.
She left in a huff, and Dusty crossed his arms against Ohio's fall breeze.
Speck crossed his arms and waited as he answered.
Talon swatted at raindrops ahead of her, and she crossed her arms, shivering.
She wrapped her arms around her knees and closed her eyes for a brief rest.
Despite her fear, she wrapped her arms around him.
He removed the bulletproof vest and the body armor on his arms and legs to help free his movement.
She flung her arms around him.
She flung her arms around him, the sweet smell of innocence and softness of her body making him melt.
He sat, surprising Bianca, who wrapped her arms around him.
The woman in Dusty's arms shook from cold and fear.
She flung herself into his arms, gratified when he squeezed her hard.
Her eyes were watery, and she crossed to him, sinking into his arms.
The rain didn't touch the Watcher, and Jule crossed his arms.
Cocoa skin, soulful dark eyes, exotic features, and brilliant tattoos over his exposed, muscular arms.
He slung his arms open, giving her a huge target.
The woman in his arms went still as he pressed its edge to her throat.
She darted to the Other and threw her arms around him.
Jule crossed his arms and watched.
She started to the table then stopped, unable to dismiss the feeling of the man's arms around her or what she'd felt when they touched.
He spread his arms to show he wasn't carrying any weapons.
Damian growled, crossing his arms.
Wrapping his arms around her in a bear hug, he all but dragged her down the hall.
Jule stretched his neck back and shook out his arms in the cold night.
Jule wrapped his arms around her.
He lowered the soup, and their arms brushed, opening the gateway for energy between them.
His gaze went to their arms.
Handing him the washcloth, she sat out of arms' reach, afraid of what would happen if she touched him again.
He didn't pause for their coats, so she bypassed the cloak room and crossed her arms as she exited the warm house.
The massive vamp crossed his arms and drew closer as she spoke.
He stopped within arms' reach.
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.
Rourk passed her, the blanket clenched in his arms.
Her body ached to feel whole again, as she had last night in his arms.
Damian appeared to be waiting for him, perched on the corner of a mahogany desk with his arms crossed.
Half a head shorter than Xander, Jule was speaking quietly to the vamp, whose arms were crossed and head tilted in consideration.
Xander faced him and crossed his arms, waiting.
Yully's body bucked in his arms, and she opened her mouth in a silent scream.
Jule gathered the woman in his arms.
Xander crossed his arms, his head tilted in interest as he listened.
His thick arms squeezed her closer.
He sat beside her on the bed and wrapped his arms around her.
Yully wiped her tears and flung her arms around his neck, fluttering hundreds of kisses across his face.
He crossed his arms to display roped forearms and sat on the edge of his desk.
She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, hiding her face from the light.
Relief flooded her, and she flung her arms around his neck.
She felt his arms around her and leaned into him, surprised at how natural it felt to be held against a complete stranger who made her want to flee for the hills and strip naked at the same time.
Most women were too intimidated to go near him, let alone get close enough to throw their arms around him.
None of his men had ever seen a human woman throw herself into his arms.
Damian crossed his arms.
He'd expected her original reaction to him to be born of shock, but she wrapped her arms around him once again.
The woman in his arms ducked her head again and closed her eyes, missing the flash of darkness that crossed his mind and face.
Damian carefully gathered the woman into his arms and closed his eyes.
She touched her face, her arms, her body.
Damian turned down the stereo blasting trance music and faced her, crossing his arms as she closed the door.
Not trusting herself, she refused to look at him and instead wrapped her arms around him.
She hung in indecision for a long moment until she recalled that being in his arms was the only place she ever found peace.
She moved forward, taking refuge from him in his own arms, a reality that amused him.
Damian crossed his arms and leaned against the wall around the trickling fountain at his back.
Her arms slid around him, and he pulled her against him, kissing her hungrily.
Damian's hair was mussed, his arms crossed.
His body was warm against hers, and she resisted the urge to wrap her arms around him.
Embarrassed at the emotions bubbling within her, she pulled away and folded her arms across her chest, marching into the living room.
Two dropped his arms to his side.
His family's coat of arms, if they had those then.
He shot forward and gathered the woman in his arms while the second woman scrambled to grab the IVs.
He relaxed visibly with her in his arms.
Sofia bit her lip and crossed her arms, unable to admit she couldn't really eat.
She crossed her arms and looked up at him, meeting his steady look with a challenging one of her own.
Her arms were crossed, and though she smiled at Lon, Sofia could see her level of comfort was equal to hers among the giants that towered even above a supermodel.
The growing night chill had driven Linda into Lon's arms, and she relaxed near the fire.
The hair on her arms and neck stood up.
She wrapped her arms around him, at home again.
She loved being in his arms!
He traced his fingers over the scars on his hands and followed them up his arms, then his chest, then his legs.
He clasped his arms behind his head and lay down, impervious to the cold.
She crossed her arms, agitated.
He struggled to free his arms from the invisible bonds, his eyesight darkening until he dropped into unconsciousness.
The executioner from the corner emerged from the shadows and took her arms.
Sofia wrapped her arms around Dustin and squeezed her eyes closed as the engine roared to life.
Darian held his head, and she wrapped her arms around him, wishing she could protect him from the dark memories breaking free.
She felt his fear and squeezed her eyes closed, the man in her arms colliding with the man hiding in the corner of her mind.
He gripped her arms and turned her to face him.
Traci flung her arms around her, her fear fresh on her face.
Pierre gripped each of their arms and led them toward two black Tahoes.
She hugged herself, wanting to throw her arms around him but knowing he was in as an approachable of a mood as Dustin.
He stood and swept her into his arms.
Her hands ceased quivering as she ran them across his chest, over his firm shoulders and shapely arms before returning to his chest.
He touched her, trailing his hands down her arms.
Instead, she wrapped her arms around her knees and tucked her face in the crook of one elbow.
Deidre tucked her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, watching him pace.
She turned away from the desert and crossed her arms.
The demon lord gripped her more tightly and wrapped her in his arms.
Deidre rose and crossed her arms, walking ahead of him into the living area.
She crossed her arms, close to panicking.
The man in whose arms she lay was not only her husband by Immortal and demon laws but the Dark One who turned her into a demon.
Deidre sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees, pink hair falling down around her.
Deidre dropped her head to her arms on the table.
He watched her, arms crossed.
He crossed his arms, wary once more.
His hands skimmed her arms to circle her and rest at the small of her back.
Darkyn wrapped both arms around her and lowered his head.
She looked down and crossed her arms, chilled in the shadow world but also uncertain what to expect.
He held her for a moment then swept her up in his arms.
He opened his arms wide.
She closed the door to her room with Mrs. Lincoln still nestled in her arms.
The two remained that way, blanketed in the comforting stillness of the old house and one another's arms.
God, he would have given both arms, his manhood, and his Captain Midnight whistle for one day as a pro, regardless of the language of the cheering fans.
Dean waved his arms and at first thought the driver didn't see them, but finally the vehicle stopped.
She grabbed it frantically as he put his hands under her arms and pulled her to a standing position, her face only inches from his.
One member of Mountain Rescue grabbed him under the arms while another unfastened his line, but he shook off their ministrations while he tried to focus on the activity going on around him.
Just to make sure nothing disturbed daddy's open arms, she offered me a hundred bucks for the picture!
He crossed his arms as he approached the woman who was identical to his mate.
Her skin was prickling the way it did when another deity used magic around her, the fair hair on her arms standing on end.
His back was to her, his arms crossed, and his t-shirt stretched tightly across his thick back and shoulders.
He crossed his arms, dark gaze hard, towering in the bedroom that suddenly felt too small for her.
Gabriel sat down on the railing to face her, arms crossed as he took in her features.
He wrapped his arms around her, breathing in her womanly musk.
She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him back.
He moved to sit on the trunk at the end of the bed, close enough to see the details of her features without being too tempted to take her in his arms.
Gabriel's arms went around her.
Deidre crossed her arms as she went to the other chair before the hearth.
His thick body was at her back, and he shifted close enough to remain in contact while his large hands settled on her arms.
Gabriel crossed his arms.
Gabriel trailed her, resisting the urge to wrap her shivering body in his arms.
Deidre rested against the wardrobe, arms crossed as she shook from cold but blue eyes riveted to him.
Deidre sank against him, and he wrapped his arms around her trembling body.
Desire spiked through him at the knowledge that his mate was in his arms.
He squeezed lightly then circled his arms around her, pulling her into his body.
He had his mate in his arms.
Even his lingering doubt about the real cost of her deals with Darkyn didn't extend to the question of whether or not he was meant to be with the woman in his arms.
If Deidre found pleasure in funnel cakes and warm socks, she found utter ecstasy in Gabriel's arms.
He squeezed her with his thick arms, and again she marveled at how he managed to be gentle with her when he was so strong.
He nudged her off him and onto her side then wrapped his arms around her and held her against him.
Tonight, she'd take comfort in the arms of the only man she ever loved.
Gabriel crossed his arms, surprised.
She pushed it away and crossed her arms, shivering.
He crossed his arms, unimpressed.
Darkyn's mate ducked her head and crossed her arms.
His arms were crossed and his cold gaze on Andre.
She gripped his arms and pressed close to him, her warm lips seeking his.
He gently disentangled his arms from her hands and gripped her waist, pulling her close.
For a moment he cradled her in his arms, caressing her back.
Coupling words with a gentle caress or lifting her into his arms and carrying her to their bedroom never failed to excite her.
Later, he lay awake, arms behind his head while she slept.
The suit jacket had not been altered to accommodate Jonathan's short arms.
Lifting Destiny into his arms, he gazed down at her sleeping face and smiled.
Alex came up behind her and put his arms around her waist.
Capturing his neck in the noose of her arms, she snuggled her body close to his.
She dropped her arms, tipping her head back to search his face for the reason.
He kissed her hungrily at first and then gently untangled her arms from his neck.
Without a word, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the world of ecstasy they called their bedroom.
His arms slipped around her waist, drawing her back against him.
It might drive him to the very arms she was trying to slap away from him.
Coming up behind her, he grasped her waist and pulled her into the circle of his arms.
His hands slid down her arms and his palms touched hers warmly as his fingers laced through hers.
Alex held his arms out to Destiny.
He chuckled softly and drew her into his arms.
She captured his neck in the noose of her arms, directing his head down to her with a gentle touch of her hand on the back of his neck.
Reaching down, he placed one arm behind her knees and the other around her back, gently lifting her into his arms.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled her face against his cheek.
She struggled in his strong arms.
She managed to squirm free of his arms for a second and started to scream, but he clamped a grimy hand over her mouth.
Destiny wrapped her arms around Lori's neck.
He pulled her into his arms and instantly she knew what he wanted.
He lay on his stomach with his arms out-stretched.
She knelt in front of him and stood on her knees, lifting her arms to encompass his neck.
His arms surrounded her in a warm gentle embrace that had no urgency.
Alex took a step forward and she turned away from him, throwing her arms around Carmen.
When she started fussing, Alex dropped his arms, looking dejected.
Destiny squealed and when Alex turned to look at her, she lifted her arms for him to pick her up.
His fingers forced the straps from her shoulders and slid them down her arms.
His arms were strong and sure.
Sticking her arms through what passed for an armhole, she shrugged into it, struggling to zip it up in the back.
As he drew her toward him in an embrace, she clutched the dress with her arms.
When they were getting ready to leave, Alex took Destiny from Carmen's arms and opened the door for her.
Standing only inches from him, she had the sudden desire to be in his arms.
Whether that desire was conveyed by him or originated in her head was a mystery, but when he drew her into his arms, she was willing.
For a moment she stood before him, waiting for him to take her in his arms again, but he didn't.
She stepped forward, lifting her arms to encircle his neck.
She molded her body to his, capturing his neck in her arms and forcing his lips to hers.
Untangling her arms, he stepped into the hall and looked into the living room where Jonathan was watching a movie.
He grabbed her around the waist and swept her into his arms, holding the basket behind her.
He stepped behind her and put his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.
When her fingers caressed his arms, he leaned down and kissed her neck, below her earlobe.
She turned around and put her arms around his neck.
He caressed her arms and gazed into her eyes.
She felt delicate and feminine in his arms.
Rhyn trailed, never farther than arms reach when she was around.
Gabe stopped and crossed his arms.
He wore no shoes and sat with his arms draped over his knees.
Deidre flung herself into his arms, pulling his face down to spread kisses across his features.
He crossed his arms, waiting.
She gave a cry, confused as arms wrapped around her.
The flutter of a black trench coat blended with the dark sky as Gabriel twisted them in midair, so he'd hit back first, with her protected in his arms.
Gabriel's arms fell away.
He grunted as he swung her up in to his arms and carried her away.
Deidre dropped her head into her arms, sobbing.
Pushing the door open with his foot, he dropped the contents of his arms on the bed and opened the dresser drawers.
He braced his arms on either side of her.
Wynn had always taken care of her, yet she'd felt safe at the Sanctuary and safest in Gabriel's arms.
She crossed her arms and walked towards him, stopping close enough for him to reach her, if he wanted to.
Deidre wrapped her arms around his neck while his went securely around her body.
She closed her eyes, at ease in the arms of the man who scared her any other time.
Gabriel gripped her arms.
Deidre crossed her arms as she moved to take the seat she'd been in the night before.
She dropped her shirt, startled when Katie flung her arms around her in another tight hug.
She crossed her arms, too aware of how close to the bed she stood.
He wiped his face and sat facing her on the edge of the balcony's railing, arms folded across his chest and legs crossed at the ankle.
She'd woken cradled in his arms.
They were kissing, their bodies pressed together and arms around each other.
Deidre crossed her arms.
Seeing Gabriel made her insides flutter and the world seem too small to be anywhere but his arms.
But Death on guard was something else entirely, and she wasn't going to be the second woman to revel in the heat of his arms this night.
Gabriel wrapped his arms around her, his warmth, strength and scent all that anchored her to this world.
His warmth cocooned her as he gathered her in his thick arms.
The next morning, she lay curled in his arms for awhile before moving.
She really didn't want to leave the comfort of his arms.
She really didn't want to leave the comfort of his arms, but remaining meant giving up something she wasn't willing to do.
His jaw clenched, his piercing gaze making her want to crawl back into his arms.
His hands traveled down her arms and settled on her hips, drawing them against his.
He crossed his arms.
His arms circled hers, and he drew her against him.
She loved being in his arms, as much as she hated him right now!
Gabriel's arms tightened around her body, his chin resting on her head.
She'd never felt as secure or protected as she did this moment in the arms of the person who would claim her soul soon.
Gabriel adjusted whenever she shifted but never let go, his strong arms wrapped around her possessively.
Deidre sighed and sank back into his arms.
Her small body cradled in his arms, he wasn't able to remember the last time he felt so relaxed.
His arms tightened around her as she tried to squirm away.
Gabriel hugged her tight, entertained and enjoying the feel of her in his arms.
Obliviously unaware that half his thoughts this afternoon and evening were on her naked, Deidre melted into his arms the moment he touched her.
He was enjoying the sensation of her in his arms as much as he was there to comfort her.
With Deidre in his arms and the souls in the otherworldly lake where they belonged.
He clasped his arms behind his back, waiting politely.
It was light enough that she felt naked, especially with the cut that left her back, arms and shoulders completely exposed.
She rubbed her arms and touched the slender choker at her neck.
She paused near the end and turned back to see both Officer David and the woman watching her with disapproving looks and crossed arms.
Gabriel leaned his hip against the counter and crossed his arms in physical disagreement.
He crossed his arms, displaying his displeasure without his face changing.
Tattoos of interlinked geometric shapes glowed on his arms before fading.
He raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms again.
Tattoos flared on the arms and necks of the people in front of her before fading and growing invisible again.
The healer pulled her into its arms, his gaze flickering around again.
Rhyn retreated to the wall and sat with his back against it, staring at the healer that held the woman protectively in his arms.
A narrow, lit walkway extended all the way down the corridor, the only part of the hall out of reach of the arms of the prisoners on either side.
The scars were jagged and ugly, similar to those on her arms.
Arms, tentacles, and antennae stretched for it.
She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.
Her arms and legs were only faintly scarred despite the glass shards from the rocket attacks and the damage done by Sasha.
Rhyn sat and draped his arms over his knees, staring at the horizon.
She had no good memories of Paris and crossed her arms.
Not about to relive it, she said, crossing her arms.
When he'd drunk his fill, his arms remained around her.
Rhyn gave Katie a long, withering look that she bore with crossed arms.
Rhyn followed, painfully aware of the limp mortal body in his arms.
He snatched her upper arms and pushed her against the wall, his body close enough for their chests to brush when either breathed in.
He'd hugged her before, an anomaly, she was sure, until his arms now moved around her again.
She crossed her arms as she neared.
Both were outwardly calm, though tense enough that a hair landing on their arms would make them snap.
His arms were folded across
The Amazonian picked out a couple of T-shirts, her thick upper arms exposed in the tank top and jeans.
She crossed her arms.
She crossed her arms, forcing herself not to cover her neck as four sets of eyes landed there.
He crossed his arms, aware she was the only creature not intimidated by his displays of strength.
She breathed his scent and released her knees, wrapping her arms around him.
He snorted and pulled her down into his arms again.
She allowed him to wrap his arms and one heavy thigh around her body.
She looked as if she wanted to say something, then crossed her arms with a glare.
She shook out her arms and stretched, cold in the early morning air.
She belonged here in his arms, and yet she feared what that meant.
He loped along the trail through the forest and trotted into the park around the castle, where the person he least wanted to see awaited him with a glower and crossed arms.
Toby rolled from her arms.
Ully and Kris carefully wrapped one of his arms in gauze.
He moved to the edge of the table nearest Jade and crossed his arms as he leaned against it.
Daniela crossed her arms and gave a stiff nod.
She wrapped her arms around him, and he pulled her close.
Rhyn shook his arms out and looked at Darkyn.
Would there be lots of people there with four arms or something freakish?
She crossed her arms and sat on the arm of the couch, pinning him with a withering look.
A'Ran said, crossing his arms.
Afterwards, she snuggled into his arms, content with the sound of his heartbeat and the feel of his arms around her.
Romas caught up to her and swept her into his arms for a quick kiss.
Kiera bounded away from him and flung her arms around Evelyn, who gave a startled laugh and hugged her back.
Romas crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow in silent inquiry.
Evelyn threw her arms around her and hugged her, chuckling.
How she loved his scent and strong arms!
His thick arms were around her, his muscular chest at her back.
On her walks at Lover's Lane near Evelyn's row house, she'd often seen couples entranced by the rhythmic movement of waves stand at a railing, the man's arms wrapped around the woman in front of him, his chin on her head.
Her shape was firm but lush and had fit in his arms with her shoulders settling between his when he'd held her outside of the house.
Her tones rose and fell, her hands and arms animated.
The man before her crossed his arms, not amused.
A'Ran said nothing, though he clenched the arms of his chair hard enough for his knuckles to turn white.
She dropped her arms and gave a long sigh, meeting his gaze.
When she returned to the starting position, her arms were shaking and her legs burning.
A'Ran crossed his arms, more hesitant to consider his second in command-- and closest friend-- being a traitor now that his sister was involved with Ne'Rin.
He ceased walking and gripped her by both arms, maneuvering her to stand before him.
A'Ran moved toward her again, stopping outside of arms' reach.
Nishani didn't resist when he wrapped his arms around her but began to cry the soul-deep sobs he remembered from his youth.
She calmed in his arms, and he focused on comforting her and not his awareness of her soft body pressed against him.
There was enough room for her to raise her arms but not sit, and she leaned against the uncomfortable wall, gazing at the world spinning outside her pod.
Stricken, she wrapped her arms around her knees and began to cry.
She crossed her arms, exhausted.
She raced forward through the men, not caring what they thought, and flung herself into Mansr's arms with enough force to drive him back a step.
He grunted and started to take her arms to pry her away.
She crossed her arms, hugging herself.
It opened only when the other had closed, and she toppled into Mansr's arms.
Their pace out of the dwelling and toward the hills was brutal, too fast for her to keep up, and Leyon ended up swinging her into his arms like a child to keep the fast pace into the rocky hills.
The three bands lit up and faded, and all three men dropped their arms.
She needed him too much to wait and closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around him.
They stood in silence, comfortable and whole in each other's arms.
She began to cry, her sobs muffled as she leaned forward against her arms.
Cynthia put her arms about the woman.
Rocking back and forth, head bowed, Edith began to touch herself, her cheek, her arms, her body, again and again, as if indicating where she had been struck but unable to utter the painful words.
Dean put his arms behind his head.
But the pristine forest and surrounding view was more than worth the tiredness that crept into the arms and legs.
All seemed to be in perilously dangerous situations, clinging to the sheer walls with outstretched arms and spread legs, somehow adhered to the clear surface before them.
He held up his arms as if giving benediction.
It belonged to one of the girls who took her life and died in his arms.
She was standing at the rail, peering down river, dressed in only a sweater, clutching her arms to her body against the snow and chilling cold.
Next to the officer was a stern looking man in a suit and tie, arms crossed, staring straight ahead.
There was a moment of realization as he understood her brave actions, and then a snap as the line let loose and he tumbled backwards like some mortally wounded game bird shot from the sky, arms outstretched, scream muffled in his mask.
She turned and in one motion straddled him, pinning his arms above his head, the heat of her body pressed against him.
It rang a second time before Dean released Edith's pinned arms and answered it.
Franny had been first on the scene behind Dean, dressed only in panties, her arms covering her tiny breasts, shivering as much at the sight as the chill of the early winter morning.
The best she could hope for was a few hours in his arms.
Either his words or his soothing voice caused the woman to abandon what little self-control she possessed; she threw her arms around him, sobbing.
Connor must have sensed it as well, because he put his arms around her.
It wasn't until her body went totally limp in his arms that he realized just how small she was.
Jackson burst through the door with the girl in his arms screaming, Sarah!
She turned to Jackson, and could see that his thoughts were the same, so she put her arms around him.
Jackson flapped his arms and mouthed, "Go… Go!"
He felt torn between wanting to shake her and scream, 'Tell me!' and wanting to take her in his arms to comfort her.
He put his arms around her, "Of course you can drive them, whenever you want."
Jackson stood close enough to hear the conversation, and as soon as the moron committed to buy a watercolor; he approached Elisabeth, put his arms around her and said, Darling, the caterer needs to see you for a minute.
Elisabeth leaned in the doorway, arms crossed.
Elisabeth felt a safe harbor in his arms, and Jackson wanted to give her every part of himself.
She put her arms around his waist and drew in close.
He put his arms around her, held her close and spoke into her hair.
She finally dropped to the floor and put her arms around him.
Sarah crossed her arms.
She broke down and fell into his arms.
He dropped to his knees on the Oriental rug with her still in his arms.
All I want and need is right here in my arms.
They barely reached the porch when the door flew open and Sam burst through, arms open wide screeching.
Samantha crossed her arms.
He enveloped her in his arms.
Jackson approached her, and she nearly collapsed into his arms.
Jackson slid both arms around her from behind and pulled her close.
He pinned her beneath him, holding her arms above her head.
Elisabeth threw her arms around him.
Jackson took her in his arms.
Jackson held her arms and locked his gaze.
Sarah fell into Connor's arms.
They brought a wing chair from the living room into the studio, and Elisabeth positioned him sitting back with one ankle on the other knee, his hands resting on the arms of the chair.
She wrapped arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder.
She brought both hands to her face, realizing the diamond was theirs and then fell into his arms.
Elisabeth met Miriam at the door and threw her arms around her.