Chest Sentence Examples
His broad chest and shoulders looked powerful.
His arms were folded across his chest, one leg thrown carelessly over the other.
The little chest that held his clothing had been carried down to the bank.
The heaviness of his head and chest reminded him of the possibility of suffering and death for himself.
She hugged her knees to her chest and peered through her fingers.Advertisement
His arms were folded across his chest and a twinkle was in his eyes.
The Frenchman expanded his chest and made a majestic gesture with his arm.
The muscles on his chest and arms were not well defined.
She giggled wildly and he lowered her to his chest, hugged her close.
Fury boiled up in her chest and poured from her eyes.Advertisement
A large chest invited, and she knelt, touching the lid.
Prince Andrew did not see how and by whom it was replaced, but the little icon with its thin gold chain suddenly appeared upon his chest outside his uniform.
Carmen let go of the blanket she had been clutching to her chest and turned to shut her light off.
He was suffering physically at that moment, there was a weight on his chest and he could not breathe.
His arms were folded across his chest and his rugged features were drawn into a troubled frown.Advertisement
The warmth of his muscular chest was like a magnet.
She propped her chin on his chest and looked up at him with a smile.
It will be different this time, he said, cuddling her against his chest as if she were a child.
Sobering, he folded his arms across his chest and rubbed his jaw.
His whole short corpulent figure with broad thick shoulders, and chest and stomach involuntarily protruding, had that imposing and stately appearance one sees in men of forty who live in comfort.Advertisement
There is a chest of drawers and a three-quarter bed in the attic.
Her chest tightened at his words, but she nodded.
A minute later the old man's large stout figure in full-dress uniform, his chest covered with orders and a scarf drawn round his stomach, waddled out into the porch.
Even so, it was as if a something had been lifted from her chest, allowing the flow of oxygen and blood to a starving brain.
She leaned against his chest for a moment, comforted by his sympathetic embrace.Advertisement
Sweat soon covered her, and her chest began to tighten.
His chest is dreadfully hollow and his shoulders raised.
He lounged against the doorway; arms folded across his chest, and contemplated the family room.
He growled from low in his chest.
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.
Her chest tightened again, and she sipped more of the warming liquid.
Prince Andrew lay on his chest with his face in the grass, breathing heavily and noisily.
The moonlight formed shadows on his muscular chest.
Gentle hands lifted her from the ground, and she buried her face in Bordeaux's chest, sobbing.
She turned away from him, pulling the shirt away from her chest.
A chest of drawers with copper handles sat beside the bed - and what a bed it was.
She stretched out on the couch beside him; resting her head on his chest and he draped the blanket across her shoulders, his arm falling loosely on her waist.
His body rejected the bullets, and they popped out of his chest.
The water was cold, and she shook, her arms hugging her knees to her chest.
He cut her shirt open while it charged and placed the paddles against her chest.
She wiped her mouth again and flung the rag against the wall, chest heaving.
He planted a hand on the chest of each man and pushed them a part.
He pressed her head back against his chest.
As she walked, the fear and helplessness uncoiled, loosening their grip on her chest.
Deidre clung to the clothing covering his chest.
Deidre gazed at the expanse of his chest, all too aware of his strength and heat.
Her chest was too tight.
She squeezed her eyes closed, heart slamming in her tight chest.
A low growl started deep in his chest, a warning that penetrated her rampage.
She rested her head on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.
At his silence, Darkyn moved closer, his dark eyes piercing and the growl in his chest audible.
His chest was wide and sprinkled with dark hairs that trailed his ridged belly and disappeared into the dark pants.
She put her hands on his chest as he started to kiss her neck.
His shoulders were broad, his chest wide, his stomach flat, his hips lean.
She leaned forward, her breasts brushing his chest.
This chest was formerly kept in the Chapel of the Pyx in Westminster Abbey.
The chest in the passage was the place of mourning for the younger female generation in the Rostov household.
He sighed deeply, his whole chest heaving, and was silent for a while.
She sat up slowly, clutching the blanket to her chest.
Minutes later when the nurse arrived with a syringe of medicine, Destiny was asleep again, still clutching the doll to her chest.
He was practically beating his chest.
Yancey moved away from the wall and reached for the phone, but she glared up at him, hugging the receiver to her chest.
She tore her gaze from his chest.
His body was the nearest available leaning post, so she helped herself, burying her face in his chest.
She thought of the layette sets in the chest.
She sighed and drew her knees up against her chest.
Thunder rumbled in the distance and Cade's chin slumped to his chest.
She caught herself, and slumped into a chair, clutching her gown to her ample chest.
She looked down at the swing of a necklace grazing her chest.
Jule turned to see the guardsman sit and begin trying to pull the arrows from his chest.
In her haste to be close to him, she'd planted a shoulder in his injured chest.
She looked around again and drew her knees towards her chest.
Dusty planted a hand in his chest.
She stared at his chest, afraid again to look up.
The sound made her gut twist and her chest tighten.
Embarrassed at the emotions bubbling within her, she pulled away and folded her arms across her chest, marching into the living room.
Sofia sat in one of the plush chairs, legs pulled to her chest, and watched their brotherly exchange.
A few of the guests cast curious looks her way, and everyone who looked at her seemed more interested in the plain charm at her chest than in meeting her gaze.
He traced his fingers over the scars on his hands and followed them up his arms, then his chest, then his legs.
Her chest was tight and her breath short, but she knew there was one way to find out what happened to Damian.
Lon knelt by a vamp whose chest still moved.
Darian's disapproving gaze mirrored Damian's, and Sofia hid her face against Damian's chest as the three men facing her gave her similar looks.
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.
Instinctively, she flattened her palm against his chest once more to feel his heartbeat.
Waiting for him to snap or yell as he had when she arrived to Hell, she touched him timidly with her other hand to begin exploring the ridges of the scars on his chest.
Her hands ceased quivering as she ran them across his chest, over his firm shoulders and shapely arms before returning to his chest.
She remembered touching Darkyn's chest and feeling aroused by the idea of his hands on her.
She dropped her hand from his chest, needing to think.
The low purr in his chest was audible.
Deidre's hand dropped from his chest.
Her chest was too tight for her to breathe deeply.
Her heart slammed into her chest at the thought of confronting the devil.
Deidre hugged herself and padded down the hallway, her heart flipping in her chest.
The feel of the hot skin of his chest against hers made her groan.
Seeing them together made Deidre's chest ache.
The quiet purr that only emerged when they were alone rumbled gently in his chest.
She tapped her chest.
The growl low in her chest sounded more like a rattle.
She let him press her head to his chest.
His back was aching by the time he hauled the last chest to the patio behind the inn where the raiders could divvy the spoils.
It nearly covered Cynthia's scream as blood spurted from Brandon Westlake's chest.
The bullet had caught him full in the chest, driving him backward into the scooped out grotto where his uncle had lain for more than half a century.
She pulled her knees to her chest and leaned against the backboard.
She was hardly able to draw a deep breath through her tight chest.
Chest heaving, he gazed around the meat locker to assess how many bodies were present.
Tymkyn, the best tracker in the underworld, stood behind him, hands clasped and chest heaving.
She leaned back, resting her head on his chest.
She rested her hands on his chest, but they didn't stay, instead running over the muscles of his chest and around to his back.
His chest was warm against her ear, and she drew loose shapes against his skin, beyond intrigued by the smoothness.
He laughed, the rumble of his chest causing her to raise her head.
She returned her head to his chest.
She propped her chin on his chest, unable to see his eyes in the night.
She wasn't certain why her chest felt tight enough to hinder her breathing while her eyes were watering.
Deidre's heart flipped in her chest.
She slowly slid her hands up his chest, enjoying the feel of the smooth muscles beneath his shirt.
Her cheeks burned as she buried her face in his chest.
She closed her eyes and leaned back against his chest cupping her hands over his.
After a long and fulfilling kiss, she laid her head on his chest and hugged him.
Alex turned to Jonathan and pointed at him, then drew a cupped hand down his chest, thumb and fingers toward him.
Clutching the robe to her midsection, her upper chest exposed beyond control, she tried to twist from his grip.
He stepped behind her and put his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.
His brown hair was tousled from the ocean breeze, and he was dressed in jeans and a loose shirt fastened across the golden skin of his chest by one button.
He plucked the compass from his chest and waited to see what it did.
The compass grew hot against his chest.
She hugged her knees to her chest and rested her cheek on one knee, closing her eyes.
With her knees pulled closer to her chest to guard against the sea breeze, the dress crumbled to the creases of her thighs and hip.
Her chest tightened at the thought.
Deidre braced her hands against his chest, tunnel-vision forming.
He was muscular and tall, clothed in dark jeans, a snug grey T-shirt that hugged his biceps and stretched across his chest and back and then sagged at his slender torso and hips, and a round black medallion that fell from his T-shirt as he leaned over her.
His chest felt tight, but he refused to admit his pain.
The pain in his chest couldn't equate with the pain and distress shooting through him like cold fire.
She drank more brandy, a familiar sense of panic deep in her chest.
Memories of the massacre made bile rise and her chest clench.
She jabbed him in the chest with each question, unwilling to back down.
One arm looped around her and she braced herself against his chest, vaguely realizing that --by not refusing him the day before --he'd taken her response as a blank check.
Her hands roamed his chest and back.
And she marched off, chest tight.
He growled deep in his chest, a warning for her.
His chest grew tight at the thought of Katie.s fate if she stayed with him.
Katie stopped in place, her chest growing tight.
She took in the bandages around his chest and arms.
Her chest was clenched so tight, she felt physical pain.
Rhyn wasn.t coming back for her, yet her heart felt as if it.d fall out of her chest.
Sweat coated his exposed chest, and he wiped his brow with his forearm.
Chest heaving, he dropped the machete from his hand as he realized what he.d done.
Rhyn planted a knee in Jade.s chest and sliced his gag free.
Waves licked at her ankles, her thighs, her chest.
Darkyn growled from deep within his chest before returning to his human form.
Kiera's chest clenched as she began crying again.
She looked at the band on her arm, then down the hall toward Kiera before propping her chin on his chest to gaze at him.
He wrapped a thick arm around her and pulled her against him until her back was pressed against his chest.
His thick arms were around her, his muscular chest at her back.
His eyes scoured her face, lingered on the plump lips he had tasted, and glanced lower at the healthy bosom pressed to his chest.
A'Ran's warm chest was at her back, his intimate touch on her stomach making her feel far more delicate than she ever had.
She felt tears in her eyes at the small reminder of her past life and hugged the gifts to her chest.
His gaze fell to her chest, where she clenched the sketchbook.
Kiera squeezed the gifts to her chest and walked back to the house, lost in thought.
His chest clenched, and he found himself holding his breath.
She hesitated, then propped her chin on his chest, gazing up at him with stormy, reddened eyes.
Tears rose, and her chest clenched.
She skidded to a halt, chest heaving.
Even the sight of him immortalized in paints made her chest tight and her knees weak.
Effie put her hand to her chest, as if she might faint.
They stood there together, holding each other, with her head against his chest, saying nothing, for what seemed like minutes.
She swung by him, oblivious that she was rubbing her ample chest against him in the passing.
Every muscle in his chest and abdomen displayed definition beyond normal.
Sarah held a hand to her chest.
Sarah gasped and clasped her hands to her chest as Frederick lowered his head.
She nuzzled into his chest and purred, while brushing her fingers across his chest.
He stood a full head taller than Connor, but they probably were close in size across the chest.
He clutched his chest.
She held her palm to his chest.
She put both her hands over her chest and exclaimed, "How romantic!"
She slapped his chest with both hands and laughed, "That's just mean!"
She covered her eyes with her hands and buried her face in his chest with a groan.
He rolled onto his back pulling her close to his chest.
She laid her head back and after a moment, he felt a teardrop fall onto his chest.
Sarah lay on the bed beside him and put her head on his chest.
He considered fighting the hunger, not wanting to disturb Elisabeth who slept soundly with her head on his chest.
She hugged him tightly and spoke into his chest.
He held her close as she wept softly into his chest.
He moved his hand down to her chest and could feel her heart thumping.
She slapped his chest with both hands.
She slapped his chest and laughed through her tears.
She put her hands on his chest and giggled, "I have work to do, you need to stop distracting me."
The werewolf jumped to Jackson's body and pulled the stake from his chest with her teeth.
The wolf looked up at them, then lay on the floor with her head on Jackson's chest, whimpering.
She lay with her hands and head across his chest heaving painful, soul-shattering sobs.
She placed one hand in his hair and the other on his chest.
She laid her head on his chest and wept.
Connor held Sarah, her face buried in his chest.
She placed her head back on his chest.
He patted his chest a few times.
Inside of a week the bad cold went to her chest.
Carmen paused on her way to the house, the breath rattling in her chest.
He leaned a shoulder against the wall and folded his arms across his chest.
Katie was busy sewing something for her hope chest, so Carmen grabbed her cane pole and some liver from the refrigerator, and strolled down to the pond.
For a moment she lay her head on his chest, enjoying the smell of him and the feel of his hands on her back.
He pulled her next to him, so that her back was leaning against his chest.
She was mostly white with freckles across her haunches and a few spots on her neck and chest.
Brady asked, concern for his closest friend making his chest tighten.
Lana curled into a ball, holding her arm to her chest.
He pulled her arm away from her chest.
She shook her head and pushed herself off the bed, hugging her hurt arm to her chest.
Lana sat as soon as he released her and started to her feet again, only to feel a hand planted in her chest that pushed her onto her back.
Memories of almost being raped, of Brady killing someone in front of her … Her chest seized, and she dropped to her knees.
She felt his body heat and stared at his wide chest.
She stared at his chest, not looking up until he stopped a couple feet from her.
Lana stared at his wide chest, taking him in with a look of desire.
Brady kissed her forehead, eyelids, cheeks, and nipped her neck, enjoying the feel of her hands roaming over his chest and back.
She hugged her knees to her chest to keep from shaking.
Her breath caught at the sight of his wide, muscular chest, and the pants that dropped dangerously low on his hips.
Brady's chest had tightened at Dan's words, and he felt fear for the first time since he was a kid in basic training and had his first brush with his own mortality.
His chest was covered in the same deep scars that lined his face and neck.
He didn't understand both their concern and eagerness to get rid of him, but felt familiar coldness settle into his chest. There had been two other people in the entirety of the universe that cared for him, and the two people with him now were not the same.
She sat on a thick log. He disappeared into the shadows of the jungle, and she pulled her knees to her chest, listening. He was silent while the branches overhead hissed and rasped against one another and the cries of distant birds drifted to her.
The angel ducked into the cave, clutching his backpack to his chest.
Katie followed, trailed closely by Deidre. The sounds of their escape were nothing compared to the sounds of what followed. Katie cast a look over her shoulder and saw several demons had dropped into the jungle and transformed into panther-like forms. She stopped and reached into the pouch slung across her chest.
Kris looked at him, anger building. The muscular half-demon was bleeding from a wound in his chest. His dark eyes glowed like a demon's, though his face was still that of an Immortal.
Fear made Rhyn's chest seize. No sooner had Gabe spoken the words than the demons fell away. Coldness snapped over Rhyn, and his surroundings blurred. He blinked, uncertain what happened until he found himself standing in a dimly lit chamber. Kris and Gabe were still beside him, and instead of demons, there was only Death.
Cynthia Byrne's breasts stood firm against the lacy fabric covering them and he draped a towel across her chest as he struggled to unhook her bra from beneath her comatose body.
She continued to cry in muffled sobs against his chest.
He felt her warm arm on his bare chest.
He crossed his arms over his chest and surveyed her body.
She buried her face into his chest, shaking with fear.
As if testing her courage, it slowly slid down her chest to the swell of her breast.
She slid her arms around his chest in a friendly hug.
At some point her hands left his back and found their way up his chest to the back of his neck.
Forcing her leg down, she slid her hands down to his chest, gently pushing him away.
Then he would growl deep in his chest.
She snuggled against his chest and sighed contentedly.
She laid her head on his chest.
Her fingers crept up his chest, fearful they would be shoved away before they reached his neck.
She moved closer to him, laying her head on his chest.
His hand caressed hers and pressed it to his chest.
She straightened, folding her arms across her chest and eyed him cautiously.
Sitting down with his back to the wall, he motioned for her to sit with her back against his chest.
Sitting like that with the warmth of his chest on her back was sensual and soothing at the same time.
He leaned against the counter, folding his arms across his chest.
Strong arms encircled her waist and moved up, pulling her back against his chest.
She grabbed a towel and clutched it to her chest.
She ran to him, still clutching the towel to her chest.
She snuggled against his chest, feeling the warm goodness of him.
There was something exciting and yet soothing about the way they sat, with her back leaning against his chest.
Warm muscular arms slipped around her waist and she leaned her head back against his bare chest, gazing up into the sweet chocolate eyes.
She tugged playfully at some hair on his chest.
She snuggled against his chest and sighed.
His chest felt warm against her back as she stared blindly out the window.
She leaned back against his chest.
She snuggled against his warm chest.
He gently drew her shoulders back until her back rested against his chest, and then he slipped his arms around her waist.
He kept his back to her, his arms across his chest and his face in one hand.
When he came through the door, she grabbed the clipboard to her chest and stared at him, red-faced.
She pulled the clipboard away from her chest and glanced down at it.
She leaned back against the wall and drew her knees up to her chest.
She leaned against his chest, staring out the window with bleary eyes.
She buried her face in his chest.
She sank to his chest, consumed by agonizing sobs.
She sighed and put her head on his chest.
She drew her knees up against her chest and studied his face.
Her pain faded, and she drew a shaky breath as the tension in her chest loosened.
Her chest felt too tight to breathe deeply.
Her necklace felt cool against her warm chest, a reminder of a memory she wished she hadn't reopened.
She stopped in front of him and placed her fingertips in the middle of his chest.
Jenn's eyes went to the finger on his chest.
The tightness that filled his chest whenever he thought of his betrayer and lover unfurled.
Her kicks were ineffectual against the guardsman's chainmail, and his sword plunged into her chest.
His eyes went to the necklace dangling at the center of her chest.
His necklace bounced against her chest as she struck and blocked with fluid, catlike movements.
Her hand went to her chest, where the necklace had been just moments before.
Her chest grew almost too tight to breathe at the thought of losing him so soon.
Tendrils of coldness stretched from its home within her chest, testing her strength before subsiding into stillness once more.
She pushed herself onto her elbows, drawing her legs to her chest.
Its coldness stretched outward from her chest, testing her resolve to keep it contained.
Her chest clenched until it was difficult to breathe.
Her chest heaved, and her eyes stung with gathering tears.
Relieved, horrified, she focused on subduing the demon, whose angry pacing in her chest made her want to double over in pain.
Rissa bridged the space between them, moving her hands to brace against his chest.
The demon was silent but shifting within her chest.
The beast within had been restless the past two days, prowling the thawing area of her chest.
The beast pressed against its boundaries, and one hand fluttered to her chest.
She feared what she'd see in Memon's eyes and stared instead at his chest plate.
His chest tightened as he looked upon her battered body.
Taran drew the bow back and released the arrow, watching it pierce the unconscious woman's chest.
He smelled of expensive cologne and felt warm against her chest.
Carmen laid her head on his chest.
She slid a hand up his chest and around to the back of his neck, urging his head down.
She leaned down and laid her head on Brutus' chest.
He crossed his arms over his chest and frowned down at her.
Carmen sat up and leaned her back against the headboard, drawing her knees up to her chest.
He folded his hands over his chest and gave her a smug smile.
She drew her knees up to her chest and gnawed on her lower lip as she considered the rest of that story.
She might as well admit it and get it off her chest.
His arms and chest were more muscular than they used to be.
Mr. O'Hara slid a leg over the corner of her desk and folded his arms across his chest.
Now was the perfect opportunity to get it off her chest, and yet, all she could do was stutter.
She had a brief view of Denton's face before her own plunged into the agent's chest.
His warm hands covered hers and she could feel the hardness of his chest muscles on her back as he guided her arms in a smooth swing.
The water came to her chest.
Her stomach was still tied in knots, and she clutched her knees to her chest, shivering in the cold creek water.
She buried her face in Keaton's chest, but the arms encircling her provided little comfort.
She spoke against his chest in a quivering voice.
She lifted her face from his chest long enough to glance through the kitchen window and saw the huge white chunks of ice plunging to the ground.
She pulled her knees to her chest as he walked away, suddenly aware of the drop in temperature.
He leaned against the counter and folded arms across his chest.
A tingle began in her chest and radiated through her entire body.
She pressed closer, snuggling against the firmness of his muscular chest.
When excitement threatened to rob her of reason, she slid her hands to his chest and gently pushed him away.
The warmth of his muscular chest under the soft knit of his shirt, and the strength in the arms that gently coaxed her close again, tempted her to acquiesce.
Had she ever been able to breathe without the vise of her destiny squeezing her chest?
The idea of him in pain caused the familiar vise around her chest to return.
Her eyes widened and her chest moved up and down faster as her breath quickened.
His black cat leapt from the ottoman onto her chest, content to curl up and sleep.
Xander crouched over her body, one knee in the center of her chest to keep her in place.
Her chest was so tight, it hurt.
Every day since he'd slept with her, she stopped when she reached the apartment building, bent over to display her ample chest and made a show of tying her shoes.
Sloping shoulders, huge biceps, wide chest, lean abdomen … Now she understood rule number three and why it had the most exclamation points.
Thick shoulders and arms, chiseled chest and abs.
He was dressed in jeans and a casual button-down shirt that was snug across his shoulders and chest and loose over his abdomen.
Gerry catered to Toni, whose chest was thrust even farther out than before.
The nearness of his bare chest and feel of his strong thighs on either side of her made her heart flutter.
His chest rested against hers, and he nudged her thighs a part with a knee.
She shivered at the sensation of his roughened jaw against her cheek and the heat of his bare chest.
Jessi felt Xander's heartbeat against her chest.
Jessi watched him go, fear seizing her chest as she realized how dangerous he was.
He hauled her against his body, her back pressed to his chest.
She stopped straining and rested her head against his chest.
A store employee planted a hand in her chest when she tried to move into the secured area where Xander was.
The thought made her chest clench so tight, she almost stopped walking.
She found herself leaning into him, soothed by his size and the heat of the skin of his chest against her cheek.
She dropped the hands acting as a barrier between them, wanting to feel the comfort he offered, and rested her hands against his chest.
He started the coffeemaker and faced her, folding his arms across his thick chest.
His face inches away, the expanse of his chest so close … "Boundary."
Her heart slammed into her chest, her body warming.
She looked at his bare chest.
Jessi groaned, her head resting against his chest in what he took as reluctant agreement.
Jessi planted her hands on his chest and tried to push him.
A well-worn, silver medallion with a symbol of the sun and moon, pierced by an arrow, was at her chest.
Her eyes went to the ruby at his chest.
Her hands were on his chest, her lips parted.
She elbowed him in the chest, afraid to see his face and realize he was serious.
He didn't expect the sight of his necklace dangling in the center of her chest to fill him with anything other than regret or dread.
Xander's menacing growl came from low in his chest.
Her chest was tight and her breathing quick.