Pulled Sentence Examples
He pulled an envelope from his pocket.
She pulled out a chair.
He pulled her into his arms.
Once the garage door was secured, she pulled away from the house.
Reluctantly she pulled away, her pulse and respiration in a race.
She stepped forward and pulled the newspaper down with one hand.
Finally she pulled away.
When the train at last pulled into the station at Boston it was as if a beautiful fairy tale had come true.
Finally he pulled away.
She returned his kiss passionately, and when he pulled his head back, she gazed up at him.
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He pulled her close in an embrace, his lips warm against hers in response to her silent query.
With slow graceful steps, he pulled her into dance.
She pulled over beside the road and dialed his number.
She pulled the car back on the road and continued toward the Giddon place.
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Petya, who was laughing, whipped and pulled at his horse.
He quickly opened it and pulled out the contents.
His chuckle was soft as he pulled her gently against him.
He chuckled softly as he pulled her closer, his hand gently caressing her back.
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In route, he pulled into a fast food drive-through and ordered two hamburger meals.
The flowers were wilted, but the kind thought which came with them was as sweet and as fresh as newly pulled violets.
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.
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In the darkness, Alex found her and pulled her into his arms.
He stepped closer, slipping his other hand around her waist, and pulled her gently against him.
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.
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.
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.
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.
We stayed that way for several minutes until she pulled back.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
Rhyn ignored the accusation and pulled her away when Kiki tried to snatch her.
Rhyn pulled the scarf he hated from her neck.
Rhyn ignored his brother as the lean man paced and pulled at his hair in frustrated silence.
She pulled her arm away and returned to the Sanctuary.
His arm loosened, and she hurried to Ully, who grabbed her hand and pulled her from the room.
He pulled out a small stack of clothing from the backpack and peeled off his shirt, displaying the lean, muscular body beneath.
He wrapped one arm around her and pulled her against him.
The beautiful woman pulled a card from her small purse and handed it to her.
She flushed and pulled her T-shirt over her bare legs, resting her chin on her knees.
Instead, his hand dropped to her shoulder, and he pulled her against him.
He pulled her into his lap, his possessive touch and warmth soothing her.
He snorted and pulled her down into his arms again.
Rhyn reached for it, but Gabriel pulled it away.
Rhyn pulled himself from his thoughts as he stood.
He pulled away from her and pushed her hair from her face.
Gabriel drew a long sword, and Darkyn pulled two free.
He gripped her arm and pulled her against him once more.
He pulled her gently from the trunk and untied her.
He pulled a printout from beneath his computer and scanned it.
Important distinction, Rhyn replied and pulled out a chair from the table on which the candle was placed.
The door closed, and the long vehicle pulled away.
He draped his arms around her and pulled her against him, resting his chin on her head.
Sasha may not have pulled the trigger on Andre, but someone he knew where to find their oldest brother, who had been protecting Katie when he was rendered dead-dead.
She walked to the door and pulled it open for Hannah in her straw-colored pants and light pink sweater.
Katie hauled Hannah to her feet and pulled her through the doorway, across the bedroom, and into the hall.
She threw another and pulled the final from the fridge.
Kiki extended a hand and pulled him up.
The women at the Sanctuary said they pulled him out of the water, and he looks awful.
He pulled loose from her to answer it, not surprised to see another of the convent members there, probably to tell him the same thing the first did.
She pulled off the hood just as they emerged in a place she.d never thought she.d see again.
She watched in horror as he pulled out a crumpled woman.s body, even more shocked to realize she recognized the woman.s face when Jade set her on the bed.
She wrapped her arms around him, and he pulled her close.
The waves had pulled her under before darkness took her.
She flooded the studio with light, then pulled another blank canvas from the closet and perched it on her easel.
He nuzzled her as she started to sit and pulled her back into his body.
Romas ignored her and grabbed Kiera, pulled her away to face him, and gave her a stiff shake.
He licked and nipped her lips, explored her mouth, and pulled her deeper and deeper into a state of compliance.
He snagged her arm and pulled her down the hall.
He wrapped a thick arm around her and pulled her against him until her back was pressed against his chest.
The prisoner took her arm and pulled her forward.
Ne'Rin pulled a dark grey knife from his boot.
Surprised, she pulled away from the comfortable position resting against him and twisted to face him.
A'Ran pulled his opponent to his feet, offered several quiet words, and turned his gaze to her.
She took the book from him and carefully pulled the page free.
Another warrior trailed as he pulled her down the hall.
One handed her a water canteen, and she drank long and deep, not stopping even when another took her arm and pulled her forward.
Irritated, she pulled her feet up and crossed her legs beneath her.
Kiera pulled her hair into a ponytail, the back of her neck already damp with sweat.
The warriors gave her no choice but pulled her up the hill.
She pulled away from the warriors and dropped beside him, more comfortable on the ground than trying to navigate the shaking earth on her feet.
The door pulled him in, and he sat in the doorway, coughing at the ore dust cloud and staring.
She pulled her hair back in a scrunchie at the base of her neck, growing nervous once again.
She pulled away enough to look at him.
He pulled away to take her hand, and they walked hand-in-hand toward the small spacecraft.
She took it, but pulled back as if she'd touched a hot stove.
The boy pulled away with a scowl and tapped on the newspaper puzzle, indicating he wasn't finished.
Dean reached up on the sofa and pulled down a few articles of the clothing.
She had pulled her long auburn hair high on her head, making her appear taller and almost regal in spite of the simple lines of the garment, and the plainness of her features.
She pulled back and at first said nothing.
He pulled his arm back as he reached for the coffee.
Effie Quincy sniffed as she pulled her chair next to Dean.
Dean started to get out of the car but Weller waved him on and Ryland pulled away from Bird Song.
As the group pulled into the parking lot at Mountain Village, the upper portion of the ski area, Donnie began to look nervous for the first time.
He pulled out a pair of spiked apparatuses, with lengthy teeth extending both down and forward.
Dean pulled Janet aside and asked if she had let any strangers into Bird Song the prior afternoon.
She pulled away and growled her answer.
Dean tried to hold his wife but she pulled away.
He reached over and pulled her toward him and she snuggled against him and he could feel her shake.
The snow continued to fall as Dean pulled in front of Bird Song, angled his Jeep as best he could in the drifts, and climbed to the porch.
He pulled out a fingernail clipper and began clipping his nails, sending little white crescents flying about the room.
Just west of the intersection, he pulled up to Cimarron Books, a small combination bookstore and coffee shop.
The big man pulled up a chair next to Dean.
As he strolled away from Bird Song, Corday pulled up in front.
He pulled back, having to exert considerable force against her surprising strength.
He tried to put his hand over her mouth but she pulled away.
Before the couple left for their climb, Dean pulled Penny aside.
Then he dressed the naked corpse, and pulled her up on the drapery cord.
She pulled away and looked him in the eye.
He pulled the chair out to offer her, and in doing so sent it airborne, into the opposite wall, where it splintered into pieces and cracked the plaster.
The blinker lit up and the car pulled into a spot.
The shopkeeper pulled out a dark blue Jay Kos and a grey Armani.
He pulled away and gazed into her eyes.
She sat on the sofa with tears running down her face, a smile pulled as far as it would go.
As he pulled her out of the bar, her eyes wide with fear, the boyfriend tried to stop him.
He wanted to linger there, feeling her warmth, but she quickly pulled away.
He pulled her closer and whispered, "Not a good dancer, my ass."
Finally Elisabeth said, "Our port is here." and pulled away.
Connor quickly pulled away and backed up.
Jackson pulled the car into a spot, stepped out, opened the door for her and grabbed the basket.
Her eyes were warm and inviting, yet she still pulled away.
Elisabeth pulled into the drive at three minutes to six.
Jackson pulled her in by the waist.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her close, "Dance with me, my leggy Siren."
He pulled away, dumfounded.
She unzipped the portfolio and pulled out a large canvas that had hundreds of shoes painted in oil; every style and color imaginable.
She pulled the other three paintings out, and to Jackson's amazement had chosen correctly.
Walking through the woods near the house, Elisabeth pulled Jackson's arm.
Elisabeth pulled back see his eyes; they were tortured.
He finally pulled away slightly to see her.
He pulled away further.
He pulled back, surprised.
He pulled her closer.
I pulled myself together enough to leave, yet I couldn't let you go.
The desire to kiss her gripped him, but he had already begun to fall apart, so instead pulled her in close.
Jackson pulled her close.
They pulled up in front of the house, and Sarah met them at the door.
Jackson pulled Elisabeth to him and kissed her temple.
She pulled the collar up to her nose and inhaled deeply.
She pulled a folder from her bag and they headed to the music room.
Jackson pulled her on top of him.
Jackson pulled her in by her waist.
He pulled back with surprised amusement.
He pulled her close and spoke into her hair, You are denying me nothing.
Sam pulled away to look at him.
He pulled up to the front of the house and ran straight to the fridge.
He didn't want to let go, but Elisabeth pulled away.
She gently bit into the meat and when she had eaten most of it, pulled the bone from his hand and laid on the floor chewing on it.
After a while she pulled away.
He pulled her closer and kissed her forehead.
She grabbed his shirt and pulled him close.
Jackson slid both arms around her from behind and pulled her close.
He pulled the mask down, and locked eyes with her.
He pulled her close, murmuring into her hair, "Just so you know, I plan to take those ankle socks off with my teeth later."
He pulled a wicked, toothy grin.
He pulled a chair out and sent it flying across the room through a wall.
He pulled her close and grinned wickedly.
He stopped playing, turned on the piano bench and pulled her close by her waist.
With a husky breath, she dropped to his lap, dove both hands into his hair and pulled his head back, planting a hard kiss on his lips.
Jackson took her hand and pulled her to his lap.
Ha. He's the last one to sit in judgment after all the crazy things he's pulled through the years.
She put her hands around the back of his neck and pulled him in to touch noses.
He carried the sleeping wolf upstairs, placed her on the bed, and then pulled a chair up to wait.
She pulled his arm tighter around her and held his cool hand to her neck.
Jackson always pulled her closer and crooned, "I already have all I could ever wish for, and more than I deserve, right here."
He moved in and pulled her close.
Jackson pulled her chin up, and kissed her gently.
She pulled her phone out to call Sarah.
The werewolf jumped to Jackson's body and pulled the stake from his chest with her teeth.
Jackson pulled her to him by the tie in the sheet still wore.
He pulled back abruptly with shocked eyes.
He pulled out a drawer and selected a wooden handled letter opener with gold inlay.
Alex pulled out a chair.
She pulled her hood up against its furious roar.
She kicked her cowboy boots off and pulled the mud boots on.
Carmen pulled the coop door shut and the fox snarled around the hen, backing deeper into the corner.
She sat down and pulled her chair up to the table, glancing to see how Bill would react.
She pulled the warm blankets over her head.
She plopped down in the chair and pulled her socks off, holding her feet up to the stove.
She opened her eyes and gasped as Alex took the broom away and pulled her into the middle of the room.
They stood that way for a few moments and finally he gently pulled her toward him.
He pulled her close again and leaned down, softly brushing her lips with his.
She screamed and darted for the door, but he caught her and pulled her close again.
His hands dropped to her waist and he pulled her close.
Yet somehow Alex pulled it off without appearing either.
Carmen dropped into the chair beside the stove and pulled some heavy socks over her cold feet.
The rain trickled down the back of her neck and she pulled up her hood, sloshing toward the house again.
He pulled her into his arms and claimed her lips.
She grabbed the line and pulled it toward them.
In an instant he pulled her back into his arms and reclaimed her lips.
She cut the strings and pulled a few leaves from a new bale of alfalfa hay.
I mean he pulled my truck home the other day, but...
Josh grabbed the sack and pulled Brutus along.
He held out his hand to her, and when she accepted it, he pulled her close in a comforting embrace.
Ed plunged to a stop and Alex pulled her up into the saddle with him.
Josh pulled his truck through the gate and leaped out, grabbing his shotgun from the rack behind the seat.
Alex glanced around at the interested faces at the tables near them, and pulled out the chair.
He pulled her next to him, so that her back was leaning against his chest.
He stood and pulled her into his arms.
He chuckled softly and pulled her close.
We've pulled in some of our deployed forces from the wars to assist, but they will take some time to arrive.
They sat and pulled out laser guns, arming them and waiting as the helo took them down the mountain again to their awaiting teams.
She pulled out her microcomputer and approached the door.
The general signaled the three guards over and pulled her out of the way.
Elise's voice pulled Lana from her work.
He replaced his weapons and pulled on new boots, pausing when the net beeped, indicating someone was trying to contact him.
Lana reached into her bag and pulled out her personal vault.
One of the two guards pulled the heavy door open.
He pulled her arm away from her chest.
Brady reached into a cargo pocket and pulled free an emergency bandage wrap.
Lana's heart skipped a beat, and she pulled out the tracker Elise gave her, starting through the forest towards the stream.
The sound of men and movement around her pulled her from the daze.
He took each side of her collar and pulled, the effortless movement ripping the black uniform down the middle.
He pulled a laser gun from his boot and placed it at her temple.
Brady pulled her into his lap and set to work on cleaning her up and repairing her wrist.
She pulled it on quickly, and studied the marks on her face.
Brady pulled her micro from his cargo pocket and approached her with a controlled, slow gate, much like that of a stalking lion.
She held her breath, slipped her hand into the pocket, and pulled the micro free.
Dan pulled the tape from her mouth, and the first words out were curses.
She pulled Elise to the couch.
When he broke contact, Lana pulled his head back to hers, her hands skimming over his shoulders before she undid the top two buttons on his uniform.
His back was to the living area as he pulled off every one of the dozen weapons he wore on his body and lined them up in front of him to start cleaning.
As much as he ached to crawl into the bed beside her, he pulled a blanket from a trunk and went to the couch.
Brady pulled a chair beside her.
Brady caught it and pulled out the medical supplies.
Brady pulled out his water bottle as he listened.
The viewer turned off, and he pulled his suit back on.
If she had a laser gun, she just might have pulled the trigger.
She pulled on a set and dropped into the bed, exhausted.
A while later, the sound of movement outside the bedroom door pulled her from her sleep.
He pulled on a T-shirt, unaware she was in the doorway.
Lana pulled him on top of her, certain he wouldn't walk away this time.
Lana pulled the blankets up as well, feeling exposed rather than comfortable at his sudden change.
Instead, he sat down on the couch and pulled the keypad free from his pocket.
He pulled her micro free from his cargo pocket and set it on the coffee table beside the keypad.
Brady joined her and pulled the door closed behind them.
Lana eased the straps off the box and pulled.
She lowered herself back to the seat and pulled on her harness, strapping it on.
She gripped the doorway and pulled as hard as she could until her legs were free.