He pulled an envelope from his pocket.
Once the garage door was secured, she pulled away from the house.
Reluctantly she pulled away, her pulse and respiration in a race.
He pulled her into his arms.
She stepped forward and pulled the newspaper down with one hand.
Finally she pulled away.
Finally he pulled away.
She pulled out a chair.
With slow graceful steps, he pulled her into dance.
When the train at last pulled into the station at Boston it was as if a beautiful fairy tale had come true.
She returned his kiss passionately, and when he pulled his head back, she gazed up at him.
He pulled her close in an embrace, his lips warm against hers in response to her silent query.
He pulled the pajama top shut and started buttoning it without looking up.
He lay down on his back and pulled the covers up.
It was no fun to be pulled over the sharp stones in that way; but it was better than to be bitten by the wolf.
"I'll use the king," said the boy, and pulled his prisoner out of the buggy.
The little man felt carefully in his pocket and pulled out the tiny piglets, setting them upon the grass one by one, where they ran around and nibbled the tender blades.
She pulled the suitcase out and placed it on the bed.
He pulled her close, stroking her hair.
His fingers closed around her arm and he firmly pulled her back.
She pulled the lawn chair into the shade under a tree and stretched out, closing her eyes and simply listening to the birds.
She pulled the covers up to her chin and met his gaze solemnly.
Warmth crawled up her neck as she grabbed her nightgown and pulled it over her head.
Her dark shining hair was pulled back loosely with bejeweled combs and hung in loose curls down her back.
He pulled the undershirt over his head before answering.
I ran and pulled him out.
He quickly opened it and pulled out the contents.
He chuckled softly as he pulled her closer, his hand gently caressing her back.
The hall porter sullenly pulled a bell that rang upstairs, and turned away.
When he pulled the covers over her, she stretched out and fell asleep again.
In the darkness, Alex found her and pulled her into his arms.
"Mommy will be right here," Carmen said as she gently pulled away.
He stepped closer, slipping his other hand around her waist, and pulled her gently against him.
"I'm coming," she grumbled as she pulled on her robe and walked down the hall.
She turned off the light and pulled the covers up.
Lisa pulled a curtain back to examine the sky.
Gathering her in his arms, he pulled her close - his lips seeking hers hungrily.
Snapping it open, she pulled out a dresser drawer and began tossing things in.
Glancing at the road behind them he pulled back onto the highway.
Putnam gave the rope a quick jerk and his friends pulled him out in great haste.
She pulled her hand back, her face growing warmer.
Destiny followed her and Carmen pulled the chair beside her out so she could crawl into it.
He placed one upon the floor, so that it could run around, and pulled apart the other, making three piglets in all; and then one of these was pulled apart, making four piglets.
He pulled off the quilt and shook it.
Her dark hair was pulled back severely from a narrow face.
His hands gently pulled her head back and before she comprehended his intent, he kissed her lips.
"Well, boy, what have you got?" asked one of the robbers, as he pulled Otanes from his horse.
China pulled out all the stops, dividing its farmland into about twenty-five thousand collective farms with an average of five thousand households each.
He would perhaps have placed alder branches over the narrow holes in the ice, which were four or five rods apart and an equal distance from the shore, and having fastened the end of the line to a stick to prevent its being pulled through, have passed the slack line over a twig of the alder, a foot or more above the ice, and tied a dry oak leaf to it, which, being pulled down, would show when he had a bite.
He pulled away from her, propping up on an elbow as he studied her face.
Finally she pulled the door shut and locked it.
When his friends heard the gun they pulled the rope quickly and drew him out.
When she pulled back, his dark chocolate gaze turned sultry, quickening her pulse.
His chuckle was soft as he pulled her gently against him.
"Lisa," his voice was barely more than a whisper as he pulled her into his arms.
Len pulled the truck into the yard and stopped.
She pulled over beside the road and dialed his number.
She pulled the car back on the road and continued toward the Giddon place.
She pulled her arm free and hurried to the house.
The flowers were wilted, but the kind thought which came with them was as sweet and as fresh as newly pulled violets.
"At boss zides, Captain," he heard the voice of the colonel, who, having ridden ahead, had pulled up his horse near the bridge, with a triumphant, cheerful face.
Rook pulled at the reins and started of his own accord.
But Dolokhov did not go away; he untied the handkerchief around his head, pulled it off, and showed the blood congealed on his hair.
Natasha, after she had pulled him down toward her and covered his face with kisses, holding him tight by the skirt of his coat, sprang away and pranced up and down in one place like a goat and shrieked piercingly.
She pulled up her muslin sleeve and showed him a red scar on her long, slender, delicate arm, high above the elbow on that part that is covered even by a ball dress.
Petya, who was laughing, whipped and pulled at his horse.
To have one's ear pulled by the Emperor was considered the greatest honor and mark of favor at the French court.
Petya pulled him by the arm to attract his attention.
Petya wiped his perspiring face with his hands and pulled up the damp collar which he had arranged so well at home to seem like a man's.
He pulled himself together, looked round, screwing up his eyes, glanced at Prince Andrew, and, evidently not recognizing him, moved with his waddling gait to the porch.
He sat, sunk deep in a folding armchair, and continually cleared his throat and pulled at the collar of his coat which, though it was unbuttoned, still seemed to pinch his neck.
It was only by the keener wind that met them and the jerks given by the side horses who pulled harder--ever increasing their gallop--that one noticed how fast the troyka was flying.
Pierre, taking him by the arm, pulled him toward himself and was leading him from the room.
He pulled her into his arms again.
When they reached their destination, Alex pulled her aside and gently corrected her.
He pulled the shirt tails out of his pants and shucked it.
Unbuckling his belt, he pulled his shirt up and examined the knife scar on his abdomen.
Felipa pulled the hair up and used combs with amethyst jewels on them, giving the impression of long hair.
Alex pulled her too him, his lips seeking hers hungrily.
He pulled her close and kissed her forehead.
She pulled the blanket around her shoulders and curled into a shivering ball, staring through the window into the darkness.
He pulled her into a gentle comforting hug.
He braked and pulled the car to the side of the road.
Men and boys pulled with all their might; and Putnam and the wolf were drawn out together.
In a few minutes the big net was pulled up out of the water.
I pulled two beads off and indicated to her that I wanted her to sew them on my doll.
One of them pulled me by the sleeve and said, "Girl is blind."
Making another hole directly over it with an ice chisel which I had, and cutting down the longest birch which I could find in the neighborhood with my knife, I made a slip-noose, which I attached to its end, and, letting it down carefully, passed it over the knob of the handle, and drew it by a line along the birch, and so pulled the axe out again.
Before his house was pulled down, when his comrades avoided it as "an unlucky castle," I visited it.
But all I can learn of their conclusions amounts to just this, that "Cato and Brister pulled wool"; which is about as edifying as the history of more famous schools of philosophy.
We waded so gently and reverently, or we pulled together so smoothly, that the fishes of thought were not scared from the stream, nor feared any angler on the bank, but came and went grandly, like the clouds which float through the western sky, and the mother-o'-pearl flocks which sometimes form and dissolve there.
The German laughed, came out of the cowshed, pulled off his cap, and waving it above his head cried:
The Mason drew the shirt back from Pierre's left breast, and stooping down pulled up the left leg of his trousers to above the knee.
Napoleon turned to him gaily and pulled his ear.
His face turned pale and he pulled her close.
As he opened the door, a police car pulled up to the curb.
Yancey pulled up beside her and waited while she got out of the car and locked the door.
Then he pulled back out onto the road.
Wiggling through the small opening, she turned and pulled the sash back down.
She was opening her mouth to respond when Yancey pulled over and stopped.
She gently replaced the hand and pulled the covers up.
Flipping a light on, he guided them to a corner and pulled the cloth from a painting.
He grabbed her waist before she could back away, and pulled her into his arms.
She pulled away from him.
The little car pulled out in front of them.
Clear of the danger, Brandon pulled the car off the highway and glanced at Adrienne.
Without a word, he backed the car until they were close to the one that had pulled out in front of them.
His hands gripped her shoulders and pulled her back so that he could see her face.
He pulled back and gazed down at her inquisitively.
He pulled out the engagement ring, along with a wad of lint.
The four freight wagons pulled into a single line behind her.
She pulled a handful of hay from under the tarp and fed it to the horse.
He gently pulled his arm away and stepped back.
She pulled the scarf from her neck and wiped her face.
He watched her for a few minutes while she crawled under the wagon and pulled her blanket around her shoulders, and then he walked away.
He pulled his field glasses from the saddlebag and motioned to Cassie.
He pulled his hat over his eyes.
He pulled her close and kissed her neck softly.
He pulled her close again, kissing her lips while one hand fumbled with the buttons on her pants.
Bordeaux pulled the saddle off and rubbed him down with the blanket.
He paused and pulled a weed from between some rocks and fed it to the bay.
She pulled her boots off and waded into the cool water.
She pulled the pins from her hair and scrubbed it and then wiped the rivulets of water from her face.
She turned her back on Bordeaux and pulled her shirt from her pants, unbuttoning it so that the water could reach the sweat stained area under her breasts.
She pulled the buffalo robe over her shoulders and stared at his form in the moonlight.
Breakfast over, Bordeaux saddled his horse and pulled the field glasses from his saddlebag.
He pulled her close in an embrace.
The stage pulled into Bradley in a cloud of twilight dust.
His warm lips found hers as he pulled her close.
Bordeaux pulled the team off the road, following a trail off through the pasture.
Tossing her gown aside, she hurriedly pulled on some sweats and made the bed.
The master bath was tidy, so she left the room and pulled the door shut, breathing a long sigh.
She pulled the roast from the oven.
She cut her explanation off short as Cade pulled into the drive.
She pulled the shaker out and glanced up at Cade.
He pulled as she lunged up, and as soon as she was settled behind him, he urged the horse into a lope.
She pulled a couple of bowls out of the refrigerator.
He pulled his hands from behind his back and held them out to her.
It all appeared innocent until her feet touched the ground, and then he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her as his lips sought hers hungrily.
He gripped her hand and pulled her close.
Cynthia reached down and pulled the cap back on his head.
He pulled the door shut gently and tiptoed down the hall after her.
If Howie was stunned he didn't show it as he pulled off his toupee with a smile.
Betsy reached for a bathrobe and I pulled on my jeans.
At first I pulled back but then I sort of pushed forward and found I could pass right in!
When it was over, he pulled a business card from his pocket that listed the location of his hotel.
Betsy pulled to the side.
Betsy pulled a small tape recorder from her purse.
At six o'clock we pulled off the highway and found a family style restaurant in a small Maryland town.
I spotted a gas station on a corner as we entered the city of Lynn but as we pulled closer, we saw the place was out of business.
We were picked up by Martha and arrived just as Quinn and who'd ferried Howie pulled in behind us.
Instead, I pulled to the side of the country road like any good citizen.
Her killer was pulled over the next day by an observant trooper shortly after dumping the young girl's body.
The man pulled up his mask enough for Howie to see a mustache and glasses but little else.
I don't know how the others kept a straight face but I pulled out a handkerchief, pretending to blow my nose.
He's great fun company and he pulled me out of my funk when I was down in the pits.
I pulled out a pad and pencil, for affect.
She pulled nervously at the hem of her too-short skirt.
I pulled her to her feet and walked her out into the night.
I can't say for sure because I'm on the outside, trying to look in and trying not to get caught, but they've pulled the curtain closed on me.
We stayed that way for several minutes until she pulled back.
I just pulled up a map of the area on my screen.
The lights were on in the LeBlanc living room as I pulled into the drive.
He wore a pulled up hoodie, but he was taller than our guy and Howie thought he was younger.
He pulled the joint apart.
In the distance and getting closer I heard the sound of police sirens and in minutes two cruisers pulled into the driveway.
"I honestly don't have a clue," I said as we pulled into our drive.
He pulled out not long ago; him and the family.
I pulled up in front and was inside the building as fast as I could move.
I've pulled off to the side of the road to prepare for visitors.
I obediently pulled to the side of the road.
As we braked to a stop, an ambulance pulled forward, its lights ablaze.
We got lucky and pulled a single finger print from the rest room door.
In route, he pulled into a fast food drive-through and ordered two hamburger meals.
I was a nervous wreck as we pulled up to a large vehicle that operated as some sort of command center.
After several wrong turns I pulled into the parking lot of the Pacific Crest Inn.
She dug through the pockets in her jeans and pulled out the stash of one dollar bills she'd been given for trips to the candy machine down the hall.
She pulled up a chair across from him and straddled it, her direct gaze settling on him.
His reminded her of a cobra about to strike, though he'd pulled the gun up to his shoulder.
He pulled out his phone to text Damian.
When she'd finished, she twisted the knob and pulled.
She winced and pulled away, remembering the pain too well.
He glanced out the window and realized he'd pulled in the entrance for the emergency room and morgue.
He pulled the robe over her exposed body, feeling the urge to run to the gym or call Jenn for a quickie to relieve the sexual spring within him.
He rose and pulled on a sweater.
You know why Dusty pulled you in?
She pulled the last of the cookies from the oven and set them on top to cool.
Darian, who he'd just pulled off the bottom of the ocean instead of attending his planning session to deal with the Talon issue.
Dusty pulled his phone free and saw Toni's number flash across the screen.
Jonny answered, plainly pulled from sleep.
She pulled on jeans and a sweater, hands shaking as she pulled on socks.
He hugged her and pulled her into the small room.
She pulled away and met his gaze, surprised to see his resolve.
She pulled it free to see a text from Dusty.
Even more frustrated, he pulled the food out of the oven and retreated to his office, not caring that he was drenched.
She pulled up a chair, her movement giving him a peek of the swells of her breasts as she bent.
She watched as he pulled a small pouch from his pocket and unzipped it.
She leaned into him, and he pulled her against him.
He pulled his phone free, realizing neither Toni nor Darian had checked in for a couple of hours.
He pulled out his phone, texted Bianca, and waited, willing the message to make it to her in the in-between world where he'd accidentally sent her.
He checked his weapons and pulled off his jacket, clipping as many magazines to his belt as he could.
He pulled her to her feet and against the wall, where the rain was less harsh.
"No, Jonny, I-- " He pulled her towards the dark hallway, staying close to the walls.
They ducked into the hall, and she pulled away.
He'd been jogging for an hour when a black Tahoe pulled up alongside him.
She pulled out waterproof ankle boots and her thick, lamb's wool-lined coat then quickly gathered her toiletries and packed an overnight bag.
Instead of speaking, she kissed him on the cheek and hurried out the door, where her car had already been pulled in front of the manor.
Shivering, she pulled out her phone to call her father as she made her way towards the street.
He wrapped her arm around her throat as he pulled her into his body and held her there with an arm across her chest.
He pulled free a knife and flipped it in the air, catching it.
Allowing a smile to escape, Yully pulled the necklace free.
Yully trotted up to her wing and pulled a spare blanket out of the main linen closet.
Jule pulled his hands free from the handcuffs and tugged the blanket up.
She tried to yank free, and he pulled her body against his, moving them both into the alcove.
Feeling stupid, she touched the arrow and turned it into a string that she pulled free.
She pulled both into her body.
He took her hand and pulled her close enough for their bodies to touch.
She pulled a pen and paper off the desk in the corner and held them out to him.
She pulled out the piece of paper Jule had written on.
She took it, and he pulled her up.
She braced herself and pulled his power into her, struggling to control it while panic rose.
She pulled him to his feet.
Her breath caught, and he pulled her into his body.
She took it, and he pulled her in for a hug that made her sigh.
He released her and pulled free the necklace around his neck.
They didn't drive long, and the car pulled off to the side of the road.
As she stepped away from the magic of the Henge, sorrow for those women who came before her pulled her from the powerful high.
Yully opened her eyes and released the magic she'd pulled in.
Yully pulled what she could of his energy into her body.
She stretched her senses and pulled everything to her.
To his surprise, she pulled away from him and smiled, a brilliant sight that made her eyes sparkle and face glow.
She ran to her desk and pulled out a journal, jotting down her latest symptom.
She pulled it free, once again compelled to stare at the name written there.
As if in a dream, she pulled it free and answered.
Damian sat down on the arm of a leather couch, accustomed to the reaction, and pulled off his boot to drain the water.
She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, hiding her face from the light.
The Guardian's muffled voice grew louder as he pulled the head off the costume.
One of the monsters pulled off its head to reveal a man.
When he returned, he pulled a chair from the wall nearer her and dipped one cloth in water, tugging her arm away from her.
He gave her a look that said he didn't have all the patience in the world then pulled her arm free again.
She pulled her arm from his grip and stared at it, twisting it left and right before lowering it.
He pulled out his cell to text his confidants.
He pulled off the headphone-mic combo and rose.
His phone dinged with a message from Han, and he pulled it from his pocket.
She snatched her jacket and pulled it on as she raced down the stairwell and down the hall to the front door.
She pulled her knees to her chest, feeling small and vulnerable once more.
Ignoring him, she pulled out a set of keys and walked down the hall to the front door.
Damian pulled off his sweater to reveal a black T-shirt and tucked weapons into his cargo pants, boots, and pockets.
Sofia pulled again at her bindings and closed her eyes against the blood splatters on the ceiling.
He handed Dusty the knife and pulled off the high-collared vest to expose his throat.
"Jule's gonna be pissed we didn't invite him," Dusty said at last and pulled off his gloves, tossing them.
Damian rose and pulled Dusty to his feet.
She pulled away, her anger rippling through him.
His phone dinged, and he pulled it out to see the odd text message.
Irritated, Sofia pulled open the curtains to his windows overlooking the bed.
He pulled her into his body, even as she refused to look at him.
Her arms slid around him, and he pulled her against him, kissing her hungrily.
He pulled back, breathing deeply.
She yelped as someone grabbed her hips and pulled her from the edge of the balcony.
Embarrassed at the emotions bubbling within her, she pulled away and folded her arms across her chest, marching into the living room.
Damian's call pulled her from the vision replaying in her head.
Sofia sat in one of the plush chairs, legs pulled to her chest, and watched their brotherly exchange.
He pulled photos from the envelope as he spoke.
The dress was thick silk and moved like water as she pulled it free and held it against her.
She pulled her hair into a simple French twist, the kind she wore to work, and applied her make-up carefully.
We had a scare there, but she pulled through.
He pulled up the other chair and sat across from her.
Sofia's phone vibrated, and she pulled it out, wondering who had her number.
Jule pulled out his phone, and Dusty sat in front of the computer.
As he pulled on the last of his clothes and crossed to his armory, a small, black velvet box nestled between two daggers drew his attention.
She pulled out the cell he'd given her and called the only number in it.
Sofia pulled over to the side of the road to await the text and load the address into the car's GPS.
Ving pulled up and barely made it out of the car before Rainy grabbed him and slammed him over the hood.
Please! she shouted as he pulled her from the room.
She pulled the necklace from her neck.
Two pulled up his sleeve.
He knelt over Damian and pulled the ring from his finger.
Two pulled her to her feet.
Jule pulled her to her feet and half-carried her out.
"I brought this back," she said and pulled off the chain, placing the ring on the table nearest the door.
He moved his arm to wrap around her and pulled her against him.
"If I had a woman who pulled the bullshit you did, you'd—" "Be in deep shit, kiri," Darian finished for him.
She placed her hands on his face and pulled him closer, hugging him.
She pulled more of him into her, trying to identify the elusive flavor that left her intoxicated.
He pulled away, and Deidre's eyes fluttered open.
He pulled her into his body, and the intensity of the strange hunger within her expanded.
She treaded to him and pulled his head down to kiss her then nudged it aside instead to reach his neck.
He crossed to a mirror and pulled her in front of him.
Shaking her head, she pulled out a t-shirt and jeans, tossing them on the bed.
He took Deidre's arm and pulled her against him, rubbing his hips against her backside.
She sat down and pulled her knees into the chair.
Too exhausted to move, she closed her eyes as he pulled her into his body.
Deidre pulled his head to hers and kissed him long and hard.
When he was finished, he pulled her into his body and bit her hard.
She pressed her hands together then pulled them apart about a foot.
She started forward when the dealer pulled out a knife.
She pulled on her top, buttoned it, and chose a pin from her jewelry box.
I might have pulled your leg a time or two, but we've got along pretty good over the years keeping stuff to ourselves.
They pulled up in a van full of guys dressed in those white biological suits that cover you head to toe.
He pulled the vehicle to the elbow of a switchback.
Before they could get out of sight, Joseph Dawkins' rental Jeep pulled up below them, cutting new destruction through the flowers.
Westlake twisted around the seat once more and after a struggle pulled out an old step pump.
Dean pulled away from the curb, keeping his speed to a parade crawl.
They pulled up to Bird Song but Dean made no effort to alight.
Brandon Westlake, lustfully examining a pile of rusty tins, was pulled away by Paulette Dawkins for consultation.
Dean pulled down the top on his Jeep and slowly drove uptown, giving off what he hoped were candidate smiles and waves to the locals, all of whom seemed to be walking the sun drenched street.
. . she said with a smile as she bent down to pat a frisky parader who'd pulled free of his mistress's leash.
She pulled back and shook her head at the absurdity of his entrance.
Heavy brush had totally obscured the entrance until someone had quite recently cut and pulled away the branches, exposing the opening.
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.
Dean pulled his flashlight from his pocket, handed it to her, and turned away.
Dean was seated on the step of a rescue vehicle when Lydia was pulled up to the road.
She hugged him again but after a few moments he pulled back.
Fred pulled out his notebook and began scribbling.
Dean pulled out the photocopies of the old newspaper ads requesting information on Josh published first by Edith Plotke and later by her father.
He pulled up a chair with a hook of his foot and joined them.
Fred nodded his head, pulled out his pad and took notes.
Lydia turned her back to him, and as she walked to her bedroom, pulled her scanty top off over her head.
He pulled at Fitzgerald's arm and tugged him a few feet away.
"I don't trust anything that has the name Fitzgerald attached to it," she said as she pulled up a chair.
He pulled out a pocket watch and looked at it.
She pulled up a chair and the Deans took seats across from her.
She crossed her heart as she pulled to the side of the narrow road to let a Jeep pass.
I finally pulled my knife from the night-stand and waved it at him.
She pulled to the side to let a following car pass.
He pulled to a stop, jumped from the Jeep, and ran up to them.
Dean took his wife's hand and pulled her to her feet and held her until her sobbing subsided.
When they questioned Jake Weller about the source of the high-level endorsement, he hinted Lydia Larkin knew someone in the system who'd pulled strings.
Deidre looked through her purse and pulled out the wallet.
She pulled her knees to her chest and leaned against the backboard.
He reached out to her again and pulled her hand away, placing his against her neck.
Confused, she turned her back to him and pulled her shirt up to expose the marking.
"Oh, no, I don't want that one," she objected and pulled out a sweater.
Deidre pulled away enough to meet his gaze.
Tymkyn pulled a soul from his pocket.
He kissed her again, slow and deep, savoring her flavor, then pulled his head away.
When he pulled her to a stop, she held her breath.
Tying her hair back, she pulled off her socks, took a deep breath and dove into the frigid lake.
His dark hair was pulled back at the nape of his neck.
He shook his head and pulled out a new sweater.
Gabriel pulled on his clothes and weapons again, pensive.
One of the dealers grabbed the girl and pulled a knife free.
She pulled his head down and softly kissed his lips.
When he finally pulled his head back out of the car, Alex was approaching.
Coming up behind her, he grasped her waist and pulled her into the circle of his arms.
He pulled her close.
Finally he pulled her close.
Finally he gently pulled her back and smiled down at her.
She pulled in behind his truck and took Destiny out of the car.
Glancing around to make sure Destiny was still safely in the little pen inside the barn, she pulled the phone from its holster on her side and called Alex.
Alex grabbed Carmen's waist and pulled her back a few steps.
When the mare began pushing again, he pulled down gently, twisting the foal a little.
Alex waited through some more contractions and finally pulled the foal straight out.
Alex pulled the membrane from the foal's nose and stepped back.
The doctor pulled at the mask that hung below his mouth, and for the first time, sounded interested.
As his car pulled away from the hospital, she looked up at the floor where Alex lay fighting for his life.
She kept the doors locked and pulled Brutus in from the fields to walk with them when they did chores.
The siren could be heard before the vehicle was seen, so Carmen pulled over.
Carmen sat down beside his bed and pulled out the horse book she had been reading to him.
She pulled up a chair and sat beside him, resting chin in palms.
He pulled her into his arms and instantly she knew what he wanted.
Alex pulled her gently against him and kissed her mouth.
Before she could escape into the modesty of the robe, he pulled her toward him.
He jerked the robe from her hand and pulled her close in an intimate embrace, forcing his lips down on hers hungrily.
He took her hand and pulled her to the bed.
Finally, while he was sleeping, she took a shower and pulled on a long nightgown.
Avoiding her eyes, he pulled the covers up to her chin and turned the lamp off.
She went to the bedroom and pulled a white sundress from the closet.
Starting up the computer, he pulled up a word program and typed something.
Alex pulled the horse to a sliding stop and fired twice into the air.
Señor Medena pulled the pie closer and picked up the fork.
He pulled her close and held her.
She pulled up Dr. Wynn's office number on her cell, tempted to invite him to the beach this weekend instead of Logan.
Death-dealers operated off a sense of soul radar that pulled them like magnets to the lives that were on Death's list to be ended.
He pulled her up and called a portal.
Deidre piled everything on the kitchen counters and pulled out the candle.
He pulled her closer to him, until their sides were pressed together, then released her as the weird energy fluttered through her.
He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into his body.
"Can I ask you something?" she called through the door, an odd note in her voice that made him pause as he pulled on the other boot.
He pulled off his sweater then dropped back onto the sparring mat, focusing hard on calming himself down.
Curly brown hair was pulled into a ponytail, and she wore jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt that was tight over her swollen belly.
As she spoke, she pulled the iPad loose and handed it to Gabe.
He pulled off the compass and held it out.
Tamer pulled out his cell phone and scowled.
She turned and pulled her hair aside to show him the tattoo once again.
He pulled her to face him and released her, satisfaction on his face.
The man's arm wrapped around her and pulled her out of the hiding place.
There were no trench coats outside of the underworld he'd consider wearing, but he pulled on a soft black t-shirt and strapped a few sheaths to his body.
She took a hot shower in the cramped bathroom off the side of her room then pulled on the clothes.
Deidre dug through her purse as she walked and pulled out her cell, thrilled to see she had battery power.
She pulled her keys out of her purse and clicked the unlock button, mouth dry as the vehicle's lights blinked.
Deidre went and sat when they pulled her towards the ground.
Deidre twisted and pulled up her shirt for Katie to see.
Deidre pulled up her sleeve to reach the closest one.
Unable to stop shaking, she at least was able to breathe again and pulled his rich scent into her lungs.
I pulled her Sight, so she couldn't tell I was lying, then asked what she'd wager on it.
Gabriel stripped out of his pants and pulled on the new ones before striding back to the pile of the rest of his things.
Gabriel smiled to himself and pulled on his clothes, replacing weapons.
Rhyn pulled him from his thoughts.
She turned to the wine chiller and pulled out the bottle she opened when she returned home from the street fair.
Deidre pulled her knees up and pressed her back into Gabriel.
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.
Gabriel stood carefully and pulled her to her feet.
At least he wasn't burning or drowning or freezing or watching his skin being pulled from his body and screaming.
She stepped back even more and clenched the purse to her body, distracted as a sleek black car pulled up to the curb.
She winced and pulled the towel free then turned on the water as hot as she could stand.
With a sigh, she cleaned up the area as well as she could and pulled off the sweater, as it was warm enough in the study with her T-shirt.
He spun her to face him and pulled her against him with one arm while his other took hers to the side for a waltz pose.
She pulled the carafe from his hand and poured herself another two shots.
The healer pulled her into its arms, his gaze flickering around again.
She pulled on the jumper, not expecting it to fit and surprised to find the leather-like material as flexible as spandex.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out one of the three water cubes and the remaining sugary cube.
She pulled hard on the rope, feeling some give, then tautness as the anchor lodged itself between unmovable objects.
She didn't walk far before someone in a tiny car speaking only Gaelic pulled alongside her and motioned to her.
He pulled her away from the wall and backhanded her hard enough for her to feel nauseous.
He gripped her throat roughly and pulled her against his body.
He pulled a pillow across his face, ignoring her.
She pulled her shirt over her nose and mouth and sat back on her heels.