Reluctantly she pulled away, her pulse and respiration in a race.
He pulled her into his arms again.
With slow graceful steps, he pulled her into dance.
He pulled her close in an embrace, his lips warm against hers in response to her silent query.
Finally he pulled away.
She stepped forward and pulled the newspaper down with one hand.
He pulled the undershirt over his head before answering.
Warmth crawled up her neck as she grabbed her nightgown and pulled it over her head.
She returned his kiss passionately, and when he pulled his head back, she gazed up at him.
He pulled away from her, propping up on an elbow as he studied her face.
Her dark shining hair was pulled back loosely with bejeweled combs and hung in loose curls down her back.
When they reached their destination, Alex pulled her aside and gently corrected her.
Her dark hair was pulled back severely from a narrow face.
He pulled the shirt tails out of his pants and shucked it.
Gathering her in his arms, he pulled her close - his lips seeking hers hungrily.
Unbuckling his belt, he pulled his shirt up and examined the knife scar on his abdomen.
He pulled her into his arms.
Felipa pulled the hair up and used combs with amethyst jewels on them, giving the impression of long hair.
She pulled her hand back, her face growing warmer.
Alex pulled her too him, his lips seeking hers hungrily.
He pulled her close and kissed her forehead.
He quickly opened it and pulled out the contents.
He pulled the pajama top shut and started buttoning it without looking up.
His fingers closed around her arm and he firmly pulled her back.
She pulled the suitcase out and placed it on the bed.
He lay down on his back and pulled the covers up.
When he pulled the covers over her, she stretched out and fell asleep again.
She turned off the light and pulled the covers up.
She pulled the covers up to her chin and met his gaze solemnly.
In the darkness, Alex found her and pulled her into his arms.
Destiny followed her and Carmen pulled the chair beside her out so she could crawl into it.
"Mommy will be right here," Carmen said as she gently pulled away.
He pulled her close, stroking her hair.
When she pulled back, his dark chocolate gaze turned sultry, quickening her pulse.
Lisa pulled a curtain back to examine the sky.
As she pulled out the flatware drawer, the doorbell rang.
"I'm coming," she grumbled as she pulled on her robe and walked down the hall.
Finally she pulled the door shut and locked it.
Once the garage door was secured, she pulled away from the house.
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.
His hands gently pulled her head back and before she comprehended his intent, he kissed her lips.
Snapping it open, she pulled out a dresser drawer and began tossing things in.
He braked and pulled the car to the side of the road.
Glancing at the road behind them he pulled back onto the highway.
She pulled the lawn chair into the shade under a tree and stretched out, closing her eyes and simply listening to the birds.
He stepped closer, slipping his other hand around her waist, and pulled her gently against him.
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.
He chuckled softly as he pulled her closer, his hand gently caressing her back.
He pulled an envelope from his pocket.
She pulled out a chair.
Finally she pulled away.
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.
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.
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