How to use His in a sentence
Nurturing was in his personality.
She stopped and gazed up at his face.
Would you like to read his speech?
His voice was soft.
As they continued toward the house, he cleared his throat.Advertisement
Then a little man jumped out of the basket, took off his tall hat, and bowed very gracefully to the crowd of Mangaboos around him.
He leaped from his horse.
I didn't ask about his family tree.
His eyes mocked her.
Lowering his head, his lips touched hers.Advertisement
To be fair, his father hadn't made things any better by offering money to Alex and not his sister.
Alex gently turned her around and took her into his arms.
He laughed at that, and his laugh was merry and frank.
The man with the star regarded her with his calm, expressionless eyes.
Why should they eat their sixty acres, when man is condemned to eat only his peck of dirt?Advertisement
Alex had been the one who helped her see them as true family, and yet he was having issues accepting his own father.
It is his money.
Apparently his greatest concern was the fact that his mother was married to his adoptive father at the time he was conceived.
Maybe his father favored boys.
His tail was short and scraggly, and his harness had been broken in many places and fastened together again with cords and bits of wire.Advertisement
Was he actually avoiding conversation with his father?
Instead, he drew a leathern case from his pocket and took from it several sharp knives, which he joined together, one after another, until they made a long sword.
Once again he lowered his head, but this time his lips lingered on hers, searching for a response.
His smile was relieved.
Pierre pushed his way into the middle of the group, listened, and convinced himself that the man was indeed a liberal, but of views quite different from his own.Advertisement
Taking her in his arms, he held her close for a moment and then planted a kiss on her forehead.
The vicomte told his tale very neatly.
His somber gaze met hers and then drifted to her lips.
He pulled her into his arms again.
His warm lips brushed her forehead.
A few minutes later his deep voice drifted back down the hall as he discussed something with her.
Still, the feel of his hand was reassuring.
Alex was cordial to his father and formal to his sister.
That she doubted, but his tone was confident.
His empty gaze shifted momentarily from the window to her face.
She searched his face for some indication of comprehension, eventually finding it only in his voice.
His head turned suddenly, his bewildered gaze searching her face.
Alex retrieved her from Felipa and shifted her so that she sat on his arm, one of her arms around his neck.
That pleased smile was on his lips again and his eyes held a glint of humor.
His voice was husky.
The boy who sat beside him was his son.
Removing his hands from the wall, he placed them on her shoulders, pulling her closer.
I think Alex makes a concentrated effort to drive his father crazy.
Turning toward him, she melted into his warm embrace.
His gaze dropped to her face and wandered over it.
He had started the clinic shortly after they were married, so his dream was barely being realized.
Now his father was putting a damper on it with his all consuming, self-serving plots.
Jonathan was watching them, his mouth hanging open.
He was growing up and she needed to keep that in mind - and some things off his mind.
Taking her hand in his, he swept her gracefully into dance.
His mouth twisted into a wry smile.
His name is Eduardo, and he is my cousin.
His laugh was short and humorless.
Señor Medena watched her leave, his expression reflective.
At his nod, she leaned back in her seat.
The humor in her eyes summoned the dimple under his eye and lifted his brows.
His concerned gaze ran over her face.
The smile returned to his lips.
She watched him wash his hands.
Dorothy thought he just wiggled one of his drooping ears, but that was all.
I work for Uncle Bill on his ranch, and he pays me six dollars a month and my board.
The boy flicked the big, boney horse with his whip and looked thoughtful.
There was even a thorn upon the tip of his nose and he looked so funny that Dorothy laughed when she saw him.
And that that same technology would allow his questions to be spread across Europe, thereby igniting the Protestant Reformation?
His hospitality was great, almost to a fault, and he seldom came home without bringing a guest.
The prince bowed to signify his respect and gratitude.
With his head bent, and his big feet spread apart, he began explaining his reasons for thinking the abbe's plan chimerical.
The nobleman smote his breast.
He felt that his words, apart from what meaning they conveyed, were less audible than the sound of his opponent's voice.
Pierre wished to say that he was ready to sacrifice his money, his serfs, or himself, only one ought to know the state of affairs in order to be able to improve it, but he was unable to speak.
Alex was watching her, his expression unreadable.
To him, it was no different than artificially inseminating a cow at his clinic... well, the concept wasn't.
His gaze traveled over her as she climbed out of her jeans.
The sparkle faded from his eyes, leaving them soft sweet chocolate pools.
His fingers unwrapped from her wrists and his warm palms caressed hers.
He slowly lowered his head, and when his lips touched hers, they were warm and firm.
She lifted a hand and caressed his cheek.
Of course, Alex didn't have any gray hair yet, and his lips were fuller - more defined.
His eyes blinked and opened, slowly focusing on her face.
He was dressed in his usual indigo jeans and western shirt.
As his fingers laced through hers, she opened her eyes and found Alex watching her.
When she glanced up at him, even his smile was reassuring.
When Señor Medena introduced the girl as his daughter, Carmen caught her breath and looked at Alex for an explanation.
She leaned back against his arm, watching his profile as he looked out the window.
The smile came slowly, warming his eyes - touching them with humor.
His hand dropped to her shoulder and he squeezed it.
It was impossible to know what was going on in Señor Medena's mind by observing his expression.
His gaze sought Carmen and the sides of his mouth turned up in a warm smile.
Carmen met his gaze for a moment - long enough to reunite, and then they both turned back to the others.
He probably didn't realize that his hostility toward Señor Medena was being transferred to Jonathan as anxiety.
Amusement twinkled in his eyes and played with the corners of his mouth.
His brows lifted and his chuckle was deep and warm.
He pulled the shirt tails out of his pants and shucked it.
The white athletic undershirt contrasted attractively with his bronzed skin.
The muscles on his chest and arms were not well defined.
Her wandering gaze came up to his face and warmth shot painfully up her neck.
The smile faded and his expression became ardent.
Finally she pushed away from his embrace.
Señor Medena sat at the head of the long dining table, his three daughters on his left.
There was no reason Alex shouldn't tell his father.
Señor Medena cleared his throat.
Carmen met his mocking gaze.
He didn't need any preconceived ideas about his little brother or sister.
He hesitated, his gaze becoming intense.
And now she was even resenting Alex for telling his father.
A slow smile spread over his mouth and spilled into his eyes.
He crawled onto the bed and lay down beside her, his expression becoming sober.
She hesitated as his troubled gaze ran over her face.
Finally he sat up, a glint of humor in his eyes.
His face looked pale and he rode with an alien stiffness.
He made a face and stopped his horse.
Unbuckling his belt, he pulled his shirt up and examined the knife scar on his abdomen.
The belt buckle that deflected the knife from his heart was now irritating the scar.
Señor Medena asked Carmen and Alex to come to his office with him.
Alex said nothing, his stoic features giving no suggestion of what was on his mind.
Alex asked sharply, his brows drawing down.
Alex leaned forward and placed his hands, fists down, on the desk.
Señor Medena folded his hands under his chin and studied Alex thoughtfully.
Señor Medena asked, his voice crisp.
Getting no response from Alex, he shrugged and turned to his desk.
In that moment she was certain she saw something in his eyes - something akin to remorse.
I can talk, Alex said, his voice still firm but gentle.
Alex looked surprised for a moment and then his lips clamped together firmly.
She slipped eagerly into his arms and their lips met hungrily.
Alex glanced at Carmen, his eyes twinkling.
Rinsing the razor, he laid it aside and wiped his face with the towel.
She gazed up into his smooth features.
He bent his head and brushed her lips lightly with his own.
His warm fingers released her shoulders and traced their way up her neck, cupping her jaws in his hands.
It is not for me to say how he spends his money.
Maybe Alex wanted to be in control because he had been dominated all his life.
His father was never able to get custody of him as a child.
Now he was exerting his authority in another way.
It wasn't as if he had to be there every living minute of his life.
His gaze flitted to Carmen as they passed.
Apparently Señor Medena and his daughters had lived here all their lives.
Jonathan was sitting on his bed, watching TV in his pajamas.
His gaze dropped to her nightgown and his brows lifted.
She cuddled close to him and lifted her face for his affection.
She kissed his lips softly and rolled away from him.
From there the horse dashed in and out of the poles and came to a stop on his haunches.
The smile faded from his lips and he motioned for Jonathan to join him.
His gaze lifted innocently to Carmen.
She reached out and brushed dirt from his shoulder without commenting.
Señor Medena put his fork down and folded his hands.
Señor Medena leaned back in his chair, watching Alex.
He pulled her into his arms.
Sliding her arms around his neck, she pressed against him.
His fingers pressed gently, guiding her closer.
Then they caressed their way up her side, his thumb sliding under her bra and gently up the curve of her breast.
Planting kisses on the corner of his mouth, she whispered.
His response was a warm smile.
His gaze shifted to include Carmen.
His gaze became wary and he spoke softly.
His expression was reflective as he continued to regard her.
Finally his brows lifted briefly.
Alex was going to college when his parents died in the plane crash.
Slipping her hand through his extended elbow, she let him lead her into the center of the room.
She leaned back and looked up at his face.
And he's going to take you to his room after the dance.
He grinned, the dimple playing below one of his twinkling eyes.
A tall young man tapped his shoulder and Alex surrendered her to the second dance of the evening.
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.
By the expression on his face, he wasn't exactly enjoying the conversation.
He looked even more distinguished than usual in his Spanish garb.
He looked to be about her age and his blond hair was neatly combed into a fashionable style.
She rested one hand on his upper arm and surrendered her other to a hand that engulfed hers.
We all knew about his family, but the way he acted, it was as if he wanted to hide them from us.
His grin was infectious.
He nodded, his pale eyes darkening enough to twinkle.
But then, Alex hadn't mentioned his family to her, either.
I saw his picture on your refrigerator.
His hand gently pressed on her waist, drawing her closer as he leaned down.
His gaze focused back on her.
Other than the one time he had lost his temper with her, she had never known him to be anything but gentle.
Carmen lifted her chin and studied his face.
His gaze dropped to her waist and an eyebrow shot up.
He sobered, his face coloring.
His hand squeezed her waist.
Carmen gazed up at his somber features.
He's living his dream.
He turned and walked away, his head nearly a foot above the others.
Why did he hide the fact that his first love would be here tonight?
I think maybe Alex married you to get away from his family.
If his family had lived in the United States for centuries, why didn't they learn to speak proper English?
Finally she spotted him talking to his father.
Focusing on his profile, she willed him to look her way.
Only his profile existed in her quest.
Finally his head turned slowly, as if feeling her intense gaze.
Then he turned back to his father, who was watching him with interest.
His warm hand on her waist was reassuring.
She stared up at his face, but he ignored her.
Had he married her to escape his family?
Her step was too long, making contact with his foot.
His gaze traveled over her face expressionlessly as they danced away from the spot.
Her smile was wry as she gazed up at his face.
His smile was strained.
She sighed, leaning back and gazing into his eyes.
The smile warmed his eyes.
He danced with you that often and didn't tell you his name?
His hand tightened on her waist.
His shrug and tone were nonchalant.
After all, he knew Katie too, but they only wanted the people he knew before he met his wife - excluding his sister.
His brows drew together.
His gaze wandered over her face in that familiar way.
He was amazingly good, his fingers plucking the strings with quick nimble strokes.
Even as tired as she was, his arms were a welcome haven.
Snuggling close, she lifted her face to accept his kiss.
His breath smelled of liquor.
Alex pulled her too him, his lips seeking hers hungrily.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at his feet... and then keeled over on the bed.
Hopefully, this was his one and only session with drinking too much.
She removed his Tux and shoes, rolling him around the bed in the process.
Alex hesitantly put an arm around her waist, relaxing when she caressed his hand.
His warm lips kissed their way down her neck and across her shoulder.
Something about his voice quickened her pulse.
She rolled over to face him, sliding eagerly into his embrace.
His lips covered hers in a long warm kiss that left her short of breath.
Finally his gaze found Carmen as they walked toward the car.
Her gaze left his face as she considered the idea.
She glanced up at his face.
She snickered at the unintentional pun and Alex frowned, his gaze an unspoken question.
His gaze was clearly focused on her half exposed breasts.
Alex thinks someone spiked his punch.
He's very protective of his family.
I simply want to follow his lead.
She dropped the picture in his lap and watched his reaction.
One glance at the picture and his neck turned red.
She reached out and took the picture from his hand.
His brows shot up.
His gaze shifted reflectively to nothing in particular.
She tossed the picture in his lap again and made a face.
She had probably resurrected his memory of how Lori had tried to break them up.
His head snapped up and he eyed her suspiciously.
His gaze became guarded.
He ran a hand through his hair.
She leaned back in his arms.
Wrapping his arms around her, he sighed deeply.
If he wants to keep this estate in the family, he'll have to leave it to his daughters.
Again she leaned back so she could see his face.
A slow smile worked its way across his face and into his eyes.
Glancing in the mirror, he straightened his jacket and tucked the tie back down into his vest.
She hugged him, laying her head on his chest.
She lifted her head and gazed up into his eyes.
He nodded, his gaze drifting off in contemplation.
His eyes twinkled with humor.
Carmen glanced at Señor Medena, who was beaming as if they were his children... or as if they were his biological grandchildren.
She had assumed Alex was, but... she needed to look at his files.
A chair scraped next to her and Alex swore softly under his breath.
It will be different this time, he said, cuddling her against his chest as if she were a child.
Alex looked stern, and when Carmen met his gaze, he looked down at his plate.
What would be different this time was the fact that he couldn't deny the babies were his - that and the fact that this time she had no uterus to lose.
Jonathan glanced up at Alex, who met his gaze sternly.
A man takes ownership of his deeds and acts responsibly.
Señor Medena was watching Alex thoughtfully, but Alex seemed to be unaware of his attention.
Jonathan asked, his eyes large.
Alex finally glanced at Señor Medena, who shook his head.
Maybe he was thinking about what his father would say or do when he came in.
Carmen looked up at his face and found it as stern as his voice.
She methodically placed the children's magazine on the table beside the chair, avoiding his gaze.
His gaze was reflective.
Alex was looking down at her, his expression unreadable.
He shrugged into one arm of his pajamas.
He nodded and then shifted his attention back to Dulce.
Alex had his professional expression on, but Dulce was pouting.
He had never mentioned what Christmas had been like at his home.
So I say the horses and chickens are mine and Alex says the other animals are his.
Señor Medena leaned back in his chair, his attention lost in thought.
He stopped thinking about the past and his gaze seemed to come to the present.
Like Alex, it was impossible to guess what was going on in his mind by the expression on his face.
Jonathan shook his head.
Señor Medena turned his attention to Alfonso.
Alfonso put down his toy and looked uncertain.
He glanced up and smiled when she came in, his gaze drifting from her to the door.
Alex rolled his eyes and made a face.
Color stained his neck and spewed up into his face.
His jaw tightened and his eyes flashed a warning.
Her stomach contracted at his tone and the look on his face.
His bittersweet chocolate gaze wandered over her face in search of something, or maybe he was digesting the information.
Finally he looked down at his lap and let out a long weary sigh.
He picked at a thread on the couch, his mind obviously lost in deep thought.
His attitude toward her did an about face so obvious that even Jonathan noticed.
Alex spoke from behind her, his tone less than friendly.
Alex seemed to be more comfortable around Morino than he was around his father's family.
He nodded, his expression drifting to uncertain.
It looked as stiff and formal as his hacienda did.
His focus came back on her.
His fingers closed around her arm and he firmly pulled her back.
She twisted her arm from his grip.
His attention was focused on two riders approaching.
As he rode into the yard, his expression made it clear that he didn't come to see the house.
Kicking his foot free of the stirrup, he offered her a hand, never taking his eyes off Señor Medena.
Señor Medena shook his head and continued toward the car.
She gripped his waist as he turned the horse around and headed back toward the hacienda.
Only his idea of tempting her with a fine house hadn't worked.
Alex had raced to her rescue because he knew she was too naïve to realize what his father was doing.
Carmen let loose of his waist, moving away from the unclean thought.
She clamped her arms around his waist again.
There was no reason for him to think his father might be romantically interested in her.
Jonathan was in his room watching television.
His solemn gaze roved over her face.
She stopped, her cool gaze meeting his.
He flinched visibly as if she had slapped him, his fingers tightening on her arm.
She left him there to think about his actions - only he would probably stew on hers instead.
He was making noises like his father was the one he didn't trust, but it wasn't that simple.
He hadn't said anything to his father.
Alex placed his hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her back.
Carmen shoved a wide-eyed Destiny into his arms and turned to follow Dulce.
I have his name, but he is not my father.
If Katie hadn't disclosed that incident to her before she met Alex, would he have revealed that facet of his past?
You want his money.
He would not have to pay stranger to have his baby.
In other words, when he shook himself free of his current family, he would come to Dulce.
Dulce was beautiful, but she would forever be trying to run his life.
Carmen avoided his hands, turning to the closet.
His tone was terse.
She took out some of his and hers so he wouldn't think she was packing to leave him.
His gaze wandered over her face, coming back to her eyes.
She met his searching gaze.
For a moment he merely stared at her, his expression unreadable.
Then he turned away and rubbed the back of his neck in that way he did when he knew he was wrong but wasn't sure why.
Finally he turned to her, his voice controlled.
The problem wasn't Dulce or his father.
If his family wanted him to come back, they would have to get rid of his current responsibilities.
But then, he had made it clear from the start that he didn't want any of them in his life.
He had tried his best to push them out of it.
If they were truly soul mates, she should be in his corner all the way.
His gaze searched hers.
Apparently he found what he was looking for, because a smile touched the corners of his mouth and his eyes warmed.
Carmen smiled, basking in the warmth of his attention.
He lay down on his back and pulled the covers up.
She felt for his hand and knew an instant warm rush when she found it.
He rolled to face her, his other hand seeking her waist and drawing her close.
She eagerly slid into his embrace and welcomed the warm lips that sought hers.
Later as she lay awake beside him, listening to the sound of his breathing, it occurred to her that they had fallen into the pattern of making up by making love.
She smiled, stroking his arm with her hand.
Alex wore a light blue sweater that accentuated his dark complexion and Jonathan was dressed likewise.
His eyes twinkled with humor and the dimple appeared.
It served him right after his display yesterday.
The feel of his warm fingers on her temple was comforting.
She opened her eyes to find his concerned face over her.
If his tone was any indication, he wanted more.
He slid an arm under her and gently took her hand in his, planting a warm moist kiss in the center of the palm.
The aroma of cologne surrounded him and his breath smelled like he had recently brushed his teeth.
He released her, his tone injured.
He was up on one elbow, his attention fixed on her open blouse.
At her words, his gaze ripped from her breasts and pounced on her face.
When she re-entered the bedroom, he was propped up on a pillow, his eyes closed and the blankets tucked around his neck.
His expression was a blend of question and concern.
His gaze traveled over her face and then found her eyes.
She pulled the covers up to her chin and met his gaze solemnly.