His warm hands slid under her jacket, caressing her back through the thin T-shirt.
Carmen shrugged again, plunging her hands into the warm dishwater.
He came up behind her and took the coffee cup from her hands, sitting it on the table.
His warm hands slid around her waist, pulling her back against him.
"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.
Felipa held her hands out to Destiny.
Alex leaned forward and placed his hands, fists down, on the desk.
Señor Medena folded his hands under his chin and studied Alex thoughtfully.
Leaning her back against the wall, hands behind her back, she watched him in the mirror.
Removing his hands from the wall, he placed them on her shoulders, pulling her closer.
His warm fingers released her shoulders and traced their way up her neck, cupping her jaws in his hands.
Placing her hands over his, she eagerly returned his kiss.
He said they as if the horses belonged to the ranch hands.
Señor Medena put his fork down and folded his hands.
She smiled as Carmen put hands to her mouth in surprise.
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.
With the photos in her hands, the fertilized eggs were a thing of the past.
Dulce had hands on her hips, leaning slightly forward as she spoke to him in Spanish.
She stepped closer to Alex, her hands balled into fists at the end of stiff arms.
Alex placed his hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her back.
Carmen avoided his hands, turning to the closet.
Fighting with each other wasn't going to do anything but play into the hands of those instigating the trouble.
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.
Hands clasped, she prayed fervently, asking God not to let Destiny suffer for what they had done.
"Mommy," she croaked, lifting her hands to Carmen.
Destiny cried harder, clinging to her hands and trying to get back into her arms.
She watched him wash his hands.
He reached down and took her hands, pulling her into his arms.
She escorted him to wash his hands, talking all the while.
His hands gripped her waist, drawing her close.
She settled into his lap, welcoming the hands that encircled her waist.
Katie stared at her, hands on hips.
She rinsed her hands.
He watched her while she wiped her hands, his expression unreadable.
She paused, sucking in a deep breath, and then threw her hands in the air in defeat.
He clapped his hands slowly.
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.
Señor Medena shoved hands into his pockets.
Her hands were trembling and she felt sick to her stomach.
He glanced at their joined hands, then at Lisa and Howard in turn.
Connie threw her hands up in defeat.
The man lifted his hands gently from the trunk, and the rear wheels of the car lifted a few inches from the ground.
A middle-aged woman entered the room, her hands full of hamburger meat as she formed a patty.
Giddon held his hands out and the toddler hurled herself into his arms.
Giddon stood, cramming his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he frowned down at Lisa.
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 hands gently pulled her head back and before she comprehended his intent, he kissed her lips.
He tucked his hands into his pockets and fixed Connie with a hostile stare.
She took a quick step back and he dropped his hands.
Lisa tossed Giddon a towel and plunged her hands into the soapy water in the sink.
The masculine smell of him, the way his big hands caressed her cheek so softly... hands without calluses.
She quickly replaced the envelope with shaking hands, making sure it was in exactly the same position as she found it.
His hands might be soft, but he was capable of dealing with whatever came in his direction.
His big hands were surprisingly gentle as he wrapped her foot and secured it with tiny safety pins.
Even she would have had trouble working with something so little, but his big hands dispensed with the job in short order.
She stared down at her hands.
Yancey cleared his throat, and Lisa stared down at her hands.
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.
We'll go, then, and I promise to keep my hands to myself.
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 dropped her hands and grabbed her waist, pulling her close.
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.
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