It was a warm afternoon in August.
His warm hands slid under her jacket, caressing her back through the thin T-shirt.
His skin was warm to the touch.
The warm sun shone on the pine trees and drew out all their fragrance.
It is because there is no warm blood in them, remarked the Wizard.
In cold weather we eat more, in warm less.
His voice was warm and gentle.
Carmen shrugged again, plunging her hands into the warm dishwater.
The warm sun was shining on us.
The night was warm and light.
She brought me my hat, and I knew I was going out into the warm sunshine.
The warm winds blow The waters flow And robin dear, Is come to show That Spring is here.
A warm flush started up her neck.
It was a warm, rainy, autumnal day.
He put the birds softly, one by one, into their warm little home.
When you start seeing Nick... that way, try to replace it with a warm family moment.
He has given you clothing both warm and beautiful.
After a warm shower, she felt better.
As his fingers traced a warm tingly path to the back of her dress, hers traced his lips.
When her gaze returned to Lisa, her features softened into a warm smile.
The warm bubble bath was relaxing.
The officers were hurriedly drinking tea and breakfasting, the soldiers, munching biscuit and beating a tattoo with their feet to warm themselves, gathering round the fires throwing into the flames the remains of sheds, chairs, tables, wheels, tubs, and everything that they did not want or could not carry away with them.
The meaner sort are covered with mats which they make of a kind of bulrush, and are also indifferently tight and warm, but not so good as the former....
He had soaked hemlock leaves in water and drank it, and thought that was better than water in warm weather.
He slowly lowered his head, and when his lips touched hers, they were warm and firm.
For a moment his warm lips felt reassuring, and then reality broke the spell.
_Dearest Carl; You are a good boy to send me all your wages, for now I can pay the rent and buy some warm clothing for your little sister.
These royal beasts are both warm friends of little Dorothy and have come to the Emerald City this morning to welcome her to our fairyland.
But it was never noticed that they became very warm friends, for all of that.
Yes, there it was, all quivering in the warm sunshine, its blossom-laden branches almost touching the long grass.
He slid an arm under her and gently took her hand in his, planting a warm moist kiss in the center of the palm.
His lips were warm and responsive.
His warm hand on her waist was reassuring.
The feel of his warm fingers on her temple was comforting.
"Bring something warm," he said as he rose from the table.
He laid down the seven of hearts, on which with a broken bit of chalk he had written "800 rubles" in clear upright figures; he emptied the glass of warm champagne that was handed him, smiled at Dolokhov's words, and with a sinking heart, waiting for a seven to turn up, gazed at Dolokhov's hands which held the pack.
It was a warm, gray morning.
His response was a warm smile.
His gaze was warm, his eyes misty.
He got down from his horse and very gently took the little ones up in his big warm hands.
He looked at the snowflakes fluttering above the fire and remembered a Russian winter at his warm, bright home, his fluffy fur coat, his quickly gliding sleigh, his healthy body, and all the affection and care of his family.
Pulling his head down, she met warm lips again and surrendered to the passion he always managed to arouse.
A warm hand caressed its way up her back and around to cradle her breast.
He put an arm around her shoulders, his gaze warm and admiring.
The morning had been fine, but it was growing warm and sultry when at last we turned our faces homeward.
His lips covered hers in a long warm kiss that left her short of breath.
It was a warm, dark, autumn night.
It is getting warm here now, so father is going to take us to the Quarry on the 20th of August.
Its warm touch seemed so like a human caress, I really thought it was a sentient being, capable of loving and protecting me.
Oh, the delight with which I gathered up the fruit in my pinafore, pressed my face against the smooth cheeks of the apples, still warm from the sun, and skipped back to the house!
I knew Mr. Henry Drummond, and the memory of his strong, warm hand-clasp is like a benediction.
When his warm lips met hers, she returned his kiss passionately.
In his safe, warm place in the straw, Caedmon soon fell asleep.
I am very glad because I love the warm sunshine and the fragrant flowers.
If it is too warm in Tuscumbia for little sister to wear her pretty mittens, she can keep them because her sister made them for her.
It is like the kiss of warm lips on my face.
Moreover, in summer, Walden never becomes so warm as most water which is exposed to the sun, on account of its depth.
Teacher bought me a lovely new dress and gloves and stockings and collars and grandmother made me warm flannels, and aunt Nannie made me aprons.
Something about it looked warm and cozy - like home.
Then I let her out into the warm sunshine and went up to my room and threw myself on the bed exhausted.
She melted into his arms, eagerly returning his warm kisses and welcoming the feel of his fingers as they searched for the zipper on the back of her dress.
Then I thought of our own warm little house, and how snug we could make him until he came to his senses again.
The thought of their gentle courtesy and genuine kindness brings a warm glow of joy and gratitude to my heart.
The beautiful, warm air was peculiarly fragrant, and I noticed it got cooler and fresher as we went on.
I do love to run and hop and skip with Robert in bright warm sun.
His warm lips left hers and started down her neck, forcing a moan from hers.
"If it were hot," Prince Andrew would reply at such times very dryly to his sister, "he could go out in his smock, but as it is cold he must wear warm clothes, which were designed for that purpose.
My Dear Miss Riley:--I wish you were here in the warm, sunny south today.
I believe that water is the only drink for a wise man; wine is not so noble a liquor; and think of dashing the hopes of a morning with a cup of warm coffee, or of an evening with a dish of tea!
Oh, they swarm; the sun is too warm there; they are born too far into life for me.
Soon the little stranger was clad in the warm clothes; the dry soft blanket was wrapped around him; and he was laid on the children's bed.
But first get a blanket and warm it, quick.
The skin of a woodchuck was freshly stretched upon the back of the house, a trophy of his last Waterloo; but no warm cap or mittens would he want more.
It was a warm day, and he was surprised to see so great a body of ice remaining.
One morning, between seven and eight, returning after a sleepless night, he sent for embers, changed his rain-soaked underclothes, said his prayers, drank tea, got warm, then tidied up the things on the table and in his own corner, and, his face glowing from exposure to the wind and with nothing on but his shirt, lay down on his back, putting his arms under his head.
It's so warm down here.
The grand necessity, then, for our bodies, is to keep warm, to keep the vital heat in us.
Every morning, generally speaking, the shallow water is being warmed more rapidly than the deep, though it may not be made so warm after all, and every evening it is being cooled more rapidly until the morning.
Please give her my warm love, and tell her not to feel troubled about it any more.
The climate is very moist and warm.
In Moscow he felt at peace, at home, warm and dirty as in an old dressing gown.
And feeling the bright light that flooded the whole place and the warm air heated by the crowd, Natasha little by little began to pass into a state of intoxication she had not experienced for a long while.
One instance, which had occurred some twenty years before, was a movement among the peasants to emigrate to some unknown "warm rivers."
In a suffering and weary voice he was saying something to Tikhon, speaking of the Crimea and its warm nights and of the Empress.
Morel will warm us up another little bottle.
In the sunshine the air was warm, and that warmth was particularly pleasant with the invigorating freshness of the morning frost still in the air.
The fresh morning air blew gently in my face, as if to welcome me, and be my merry playmate, and the sun looked at me with a warm and tender smile.
It is now many years that men have resorted to the forest for fuel and the materials of the arts: the New Englander and the New Hollander, the Parisian and the Celt, the farmer and Robin Hood, Goody Blake and Harry Gill; in most parts of the world the prince and the peasant, the scholar and the savage, equally require still a few sticks from the forest to warm them and cook their food.
Having got warm in his corner, he fell asleep and did not leave the hut till toward evening.
They set off in caravans, bought their freedom one by one or ran away, and drove or walked toward the "warm rivers."
From the alighting board, instead of the former spirituous fragrant smell of honey and venom, and the warm whiffs of crowded life, comes an odor of emptiness and decay mingling with the smell of honey.
It was a warm rainy autumn day.
All along the road groups of French prisoners captured that day (there were seven thousand of them) were crowding to warm themselves at campfires.
His gaze sought Carmen and the sides of his mouth turned up in a warm smile.
Turning toward him, she melted into his warm embrace.
The mother bird lays her eggs in a nest and keeps them warm until the birdlings are hatched.
Some were red, some white, and others pale pink, and they were just peeping out of the green leaves, as rosy-faced children peep out from their warm beds in wintertime before they are quite willing to get up.
There was warm blood under his arm.
With so many people at their house, it was fortunate that the weather was warm and dry so they could utilize the courtyard for the children.
But you're so warm.
We have some cold days, but mostly it is warm.
Alex introduced Jonathan and their welcome to him was equally warm.
His brows lifted and his chuckle was deep and warm.
Carmen felt her face growing warm.
Carmen shrugged, her face growing warm.
Warm him some chicken soup and make sure he drinks plenty of water.
When he gazed into her eyes, his voice was deep and warm.
"Better?" he asked, his voice gentle and warm.
It's warm in the kitchen, and breakfast is ready.
His lips found hers, warm and searching for a response.
He grabbed her arm, his breath warm against her cheek.
His warm hands slid under her jacket and explored her back through her T-shirt.
Blood pulsed painfully in her throat, and her face grew warm.
She handed Bordeaux a plate full of flapjacks she had been keeping warm by the fire and poured some honey over the top.
She stared at him, her face growing warm.
She crawled toward the sound and snuggled up to his warm body.
He was warm and she was cold.
The cave was damp and cool, but she was warm and cozy.
Slowly he lowered his head to hers and his lips found hers - warm and questioning.
It was still warm and smelled of wood smoke.
Oh, for a soft bed and nice warm bath - with soap.
Later, as she soaked in a deliciously warm tub of water, she thought of the twins.
After a nice warm bath and a night's sleep, she stopped in the hotel restaurant to eat breakfast.
His warm lips found hers as he pulled her close.
She shrugged, her face growing warm.
Cynthia's face grew warm.
I'm going to take a warm shower.
Do you think you could scare us up a warm snack?
If he couldn't get in the shed, he'd probably find some other place to stay warm.
The weather grew intermittently warmer and on one of those sunny warm days, Cade invited her to pack a lunch and join him in a ride on the ranch.
It feels warm today, but I always keep a light jacket in my saddle bags.
It could only have been in the last few weeks since the weather had turned warm.
She was warm and Cade was in the house.
She had set it in the oven to stay warm before she left the house.
The storm passed quickly, but the night remained warm.
She stretched and tried to relax, but her mind kept returning to Cade - thinking of his warm touch on the palm of her hand.
His lips were warm.
Lacing his fingers through hers, his palms touched hers – so warm and exciting.
His warm breath quickened against her throat.
Half an hour later, her eyes swollen and her chest sore from sobbing, she turned her face up to the warm water in the shower.
Her cheeks felt warm.
His lips were warm and inviting, and she involuntarily responded to their query.
His hands slid down her back to her waist and stopped, drawing her against his warm body.
Their kiss was warm and exciting - deeply gratifying.
Betsy rose and left the room, returning with a tray full of warm scones and strawberry preserves.
It's is warm here in the south and I fear I can't keep my tiny trophy in my auto another day.
If I expected a warm response, I was mistaken.
While she sounded relieved, there was a chill in the air like opening the door, expecting warm sunshine and forgetting it's December.
She frequently walks a dog, a loathsome animal who fails to warm to my affection.
"There are hundreds of tourists passing through Keene now that the warm weather is here," she said.
It was a warm late afternoon as I stood out on the sidewalk and looked up at the six massive columns towering above another busy and impressive train station.
I have extra because it's a warm night and lots of my regulars like sleeping in the park.
Something about the man made her feel safe, and the warm electricity in her body made her sleepy.
In all his years, he hadn't found anything as soothing to his nerves as a woman's silky skin, heady scent, and warm body.
Another warm buzz traveled through her, scattering her thoughts at his nearness and scent.
Bianca was the epitome of adorable, her dark eyes sparkling and warm, and her sweet glow innocent and fresh.
He looked her over, enjoying the view, and rested his hand on her warm stomach.
He'll never, ever let you down, but he's not the warm, fuzzy type who will hug you when you're down, either.
He looked at her again, taking in her warm features and shapely body.
She chewed her lower lip, warm eyes troubled.
He released one of her wrists and leaned over, slapping it, before returning to the warm body beneath him.
Desire rose hot and fast in him, more so when he felt the cool tickle of her power, the combination of cool energy and warm skin making his blood race.
Bianca was warm and sweet, the kind of woman who deserved better than he'd ever have to offer.
He couldn't shake the fire in his blood or the sense of how soft her supple skin, how warm her body felt beneath him.
She brought him a plate of warm cookies and a glass of milk.
She met his gaze, her features warm.
His eyes were dark and warm like Bianca's, his frame just over six feet and still lanky, though he showed signs of starting to fill out.
She loved his scent, the feel of his hard, warm body against hers.
He recalled how soothing her hug had been earlier and itched to feel her soft, warm body in his arms again.
He gathered her warm body in his arms and smoothed away the curls that clung to his face, breathing her deep scent before he dropped into the first peaceful slumber in ages.
She brushed one of the frozen women trapped in time on the sidewalk, surprised to feel her warm skin and the brush of the wool suit.
He closed his eyes, feeling her warm breath and soft skin against his again.
The warm farmhouse smelled of gun oil and breakfast.
She was pale beneath her warm color with dark circles beneath her eyes.
Jule couldn't help but feel some relief at the sight of a warm, well-lit interior.
She darted through the cold rain into the warm car and tossed her things in back.
"Enjoy," Sean said, reappearing from the kitchen doors behind her to place a bowl of warm toffee pudding on the table.
She shoved the phone and her hands in her pockets to keep them warm as she picked her way through the littered alley.
Warm light flooded the cold room, and her breath caught.
She met his gaze again, caught in the dark eyes that seemed both warm and wary.
The intensity of his gaze made her warm on the inside.
"You're getting weaker," she said, as aware of his condition as she was his warm body.
The cottage had grown warm quickly, and she kept the stove's belly full of wood.
Jule lifted her chin, his warm touch and nearness stirring her blood.
His gaze was warm.
Her smile was quick and warm, her brown eyes dancing.
Suddenly, it stopped, and his own warm power flooded him.
He carried on with Bianca like the sister she now was, and Jule couldn't help feeling a sense of gratitude towards the small woman with the quick smile, warm gaze, and healing energy.
He didn't pause for their coats, so she bypassed the cloak room and crossed her arms as she exited the warm house.
It was warm and sweet, like a summer rain.
His warm body materialized beside her.
The cold night didn't affect Jule this time; he used his magic to keep himself warm.
Yully stepped from the warm car into the cold night and followed her father into the inn.
Change into something warm, my dear.
The sensations were similar to her bond with Jule: sweet and warm.
She was soon soaked by a light drizzle and stretched to keep her stiffening muscles warm.
The flow of energy between them, though, was open and warm.
Unlike the cold rain of her father's energy, theirs was warm and cheerful, like her bond to Jule.
His honey gaze was similar to Han's: warm but wary.
His large hand was warm against her arm.
Han, get me some warm water and washcloths.
His warm chest vibrated against her cheek as he chuckled.
Two rolled from his place on the concrete floor in the corner and unwrapped the ratty blanket he used to keep himself warm.
She emerged into the bright light of a warm December afternoon and began to melt.
"Sleep," he whispered, releasing a warm burst of power into Sofia.
Damian turned the cell phone back on and emerged into the warm evening air from the Marriott's conference room, the random place chosen by his spy chief for this week's intelligence briefing.
A stone dropped from the ceiling into the vat, and warm blood splashed over him.
She sneaked a look at his face, surprised to see the warm smile there as he read through her notes.
Touching him sent warm energy racing through her blood.
His body was warm against hers, and she resisted the urge to wrap her arms around him.
Her face felt warm at the look both gave her.
His warm lips met hers, and she opened her eyes, surprised.
Claire lured him away from his Guardians to the warm springs by the—" "Enough!"
His gaze was trained on her with an intensity that made her body warm from the inside out.
Do I have D's number? a warm, male voice on the other end said.
Like the assassin who obsessed about birthdays and clothing, there were two sides to the man before her: the warm, friendly stranger with whom she'd felt so comfortable she confided to him over the phone without knowing anything about him, and the tattooed thug before them in snug biker leathers.
"Just another day at the office," he said with one of his warm smiles.
Warm blood splattered her neck and face.
Jule asked with a warm smile.
"Ikira, I am a Watcher, one of those who guards the Guardians," he said with another of his warm smiles.
His skin was smooth and warm, stretched taut over an athletic body.
Deidre faced him, face warm.
After the initial shock, she felt the pleasure, warm and hot, burning and mixing with the pain.
Deidre braced herself, hoping not to feel the warm energy of his magic.
No warm magic drifted through her.
Deidre's body grew warm from the inside out as he nuzzled her neck, preparing to bite her.
Her face was warm.
Chilled by the cold ocean wind, Deidre pressed herself against his warm body.
He was warm and solid at her back, the only thing capable of grounding her in the nightmare of a world she lived in.
Instinctively, she reached out to feel his warm skin and trace the ridges of his abdomen.
"If it isn't candidate David Dean," Fitzgerald said, not even trying to warm the ice in his voice.
I'm starting to warm to the idea.
Cynthia returned, a warm smile on her face as she stood in the doorway.
Balloons danced in the warm breeze and red, white, and blue abounded everywhere.
While the warm sun drenched them and there wasn't a cloud in sight, they'd learned from recent experience that mountain weather could blow in misery at a moment's notice and replace the sunshine with drenching, chilling rain.
The walls were filled with books while plants added to the warm and homey atmosphere.
Something warm drifted through her, and her body felt like it was floating.
The soft bed was warm from her body heat, and she found herself running a hand over the downy comforter while she tried to understand the emotions within her.
Warm energy fluttered through her.
Her face felt warm.
She used it to warm up her socks.
Her lips were soft and warm, her body molded against his.
She was lost for a moment in the sensations of his warm hand clasping hers.
Deidre sought to figure out what it was about the currents and subtle movement that kept her in place when she wanted to return to the castle, where it was warm.
The heavy Caribbean air of the Sanctuary was warm and fragrant with the scent of the sea.
I think you need to warm up.
You're going to warm up, Deidre.
"Gods, you're freezing," he said and rested his other hand on top of hers to try to warm her.
She tucked her other hand between his to try to warm it, too.
He cupped one of her cold cheeks in his hand, wanting to warm her up in whatever way it took.
Her face was cold but her plump lips were warm, soft, her lips parting for him before he prodded them apart.
If Deidre found pleasure in funnel cakes and warm socks, she found utter ecstasy in Gabriel's arms.
His chest was warm against her ear, and she drew loose shapes against his skin, beyond intrigued by the smoothness.
She loved the feel of his warm skin against hers and breathed in his scent deeply.
His eyes fell to a toaster on the dresser with two socks resting beside it, as if waiting for their turn to warm her feet in the morning.
Deidre face grew warm.
He was cold where Andre was warm, and Wynn's direct gaze held no emotion.
She gripped his arms and pressed close to him, her warm lips seeking his.
Carmen didn't warm to people instantly, nor was she generally impressed by praise... which was why it came as such a surprise that mere words were such powerful tools.
Carmen sighed contentedly, remembering the gentle warm voice as it said those words the first time: "Come to daddy."
Warm fingers clutched Carmen's hand and she looked down to find Jonathan watching her anxiously.
Her focus right now seemed to be winning Destiny, but Destiny didn't warm to people easily.
There was something about him... the way he moved and even the way he spoke, soft and gentle with such a deep warm voice.
She accepted his warm hand and welcomed the way it slipped around her waist once she stood.
When his warm lips pressed against the soft area behind her ear, she abandoned the knife and turned around, expecting to see a twinkle in his eyes and a smile on his lips.
His warm hands dropped to her waist and slid to the back, pulling her gently against him.
He met her half the distance and folded her in a warm embrace, his lips seeking hers briefly.
Her face grew warm again.
"His lips are warm," Carmen said.
At least they were always warm now.
His hand slipped under hers, his palm making warm contact with hers, and then his fingers found their way to lace with hers.
The warm humor in his eyes.
Carmen smiled a warm thank you to Saundra and she winked as she turned to walk back to her desk.
His arms surrounded her in a warm gentle embrace that had no urgency.
Her small effort was rewarded with a warm sweet smile.
He bent his head, his warm lips planting gentle kisses along her neck and shoulder.
Closing her eyes, she leaned back, quickly sucking in a breath as his warm hands moved inside her dress and gently surrounded her waist.
The soft warm beige had a yellow highlight that reflected the evening sun.
His kiss was warm and confident.
His lips were warm and tasted of sweetened coffee.
She hugged his neck and welcomed his warm kiss with eager lips.
Like adoption, maybe she would warm to the idea.
Is it warm during Christmas?
It might be warm.
"Where might you be going?" a warm voice asked from behind him.
Sitting down with a book, she propped her feet up on the table and relaxed, calmed by the sounds of the ocean and the warm sun.
Deidre was surprised to feel her body grow warm from the inside out.
She shivered, as much from the warm current working its way through her body as the cold ocean breeze.
The stranger's kiss was light, his full lips warm and soft.
Their faces were inches away, his fingers tracing a line of warm electricity down her jaw.
The shade of the forest where Gabe emerged was cool, the spring sunshine warm.
She pressed herself against the warm, humming swamp cooler and turned a corner, only to come face to face with Gabriel again.
Wrapped in his warm body, she couldn't move if she wanted to.
He rested his hand on the base of her neck, the warm energy of their bond moving through him.
The balmy spring air was warm, even after dusk fell.
Ever the gentleman, Wynn cleared the table and returned with two drinks: warm, spiced wine.
A stir of warm magic, and she opened her eyes, almost screaming again at the cave yawning open in front of her.
"Unexpected," she repeated, face warm.
The warm energy crept across her skin and into her blood.
He'd drooled over her offer, after wrapping himself around her warm body.
The coffee was still warm.
She ached to feel his warm embrace, to sink into his dark spices and let him take her where he would.
It was followed by warm energy that Gabriel pushed into her body to calm her.
She stood in the warm silence, senses intoxicated by their bond, his scent and body.
One warm, the other cold, both self-assured, polished.
She buried her feet in the sand to keep them warm.
It was warm, like Gabriel's, not cold like Darkyn's.
Toby called from the interior of the warm car.
There's an anomaly in your blood test, but you're physically healthy, Dr. Williams said with a warm smile at odds with the cold sterility of the room.
He gave another warm smile.
Wiping her eyes, she pored through the rest of the paperwork, growing cold despite her wool coat in the middle of her warm apartment.
Something warm touched her back, and a jolt of hot electricity made her sit upright.
She groped for the nearest light and flipped it on, unsettled by the man even in the warm lamplight.
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.
"I can't get warm any other way," she admitted, and took another gulp.
Saluting the bartender with her glass, she started to move away when a warm hand on her forearm stopped her.
There was something very different about the human's blood, like comparing warm, homemade bread with stale crumbs out of the garbage.
His body was warm compared to the chill of the sea.
The house was cozy and simple, with creaky wooden floors covered in rugs, a pot-bellied stove still warm, and worn furniture.
His solid, warm body atop hers immobilized her and he pinned her wrists to the bed, silver eyes blazing and elongated fangs resting on his full lower lip.
She placed warm rustic bread, whipped honey butter, and water before her.
His scent tickled her senses, his nearness making her warm body warmer.
Her blood was thrumming even faster than the alcohol alone would have caused, her body growing too warm for comfort.
The room was warm and cozy, its walls done up in dark lacquered wood, the warm glow of chandeliers non- imposing.
Even the honey butter was a perfect balance between sweet and rich, and the rolls still warm when she bit into them.
She offered one of her warm smiles and approached him, looking up at him with a mischievous twinkle in her gaze.
Hannah gathered her things and led her down to a warm, waiting car.
"…my greatest honor to meet you," Giovanni said with a warm smile.
Heart hammering, she rose, took a deep breath, and waded into the warm water.
His snow cloud-colored eyes were piercing, his muscular frame making her warm from the inside out.
His warm breath on her neck made her shiver, and she instinctively tilted her head.
His kiss was hot, demanding, and quick, his lips warm and soft.
Hell was a bitch, but at least it was warm, he thought darkly.
The memory of his kiss made her insides warm.
Rhyn made no moves on her, simply rolled to tuck her against his warm body.
Visions of her sister.s death fresh in her mind, she changed into warm clothes and her running shoes, tucked the perfume bottle into a pocket, then sat on the edge of the bed.
Rhyn.s warm power filled her as she drew on their bond as mates, and the portal opened.
Hannah enveloped her in a warm hug that smelled of expensive perfume.
Even at the safe distance, his body heat made her uncomfortably warm.
She wiped her face, afraid to let herself feel pleasure in the warm body pressed against hers on such a cold night.
Anger made Kris.s face warm.
She hesitated only a second more and leaned into him, parting her warm lips to receive his kiss.
Despite her anger at her sister, Katie felt the warm smile affect her.
He focused on the taste of their warm blood and on tearing them limb from limb.
Helga gave her a warm smile.
Kris.s face felt warm, but he knew Rhyn was right for once.
Kiera's thoughts, warm and fuzzy after too much of Evelyn's special punch, drifted as she gazed into the quiet night sky.
A light, warm breeze brushed her cheek.
The thrum of warm energy coursed through her again, and she felt again her destiny was tied with his.
Another memory crossed her mind, and her face grew warm for a different reason.
"Yes, but-- " One moment she was protesting, the next his warm, soft lips covered hers.
She froze, surprised by his action as well as the warm shock running through her.
Still he stared until her face grew warm again.
She squirmed, unwilling to be defenseless with the tarantulas so close and uneasy with the warm energy flowing again between them.
His body was warm against hers, his breathing and heartbeat deep and slow.
A'Ran's warm chest was at her back, his intimate touch on her stomach making her feel far more delicate than she ever had.
Don't overextend yourself for me, she said, her face warm once again.
She focused on his eyes as much as she wished to focus on his warm lips.
They sparred lightly until her body grew warm and her mind engaged.
His grip was warm and firm, as it had been the day he prevented her from falling on her face in front of Romas's relations.
Stone-faced, he stared at it, and her face grew warm at his lack of response.
Nishani followed him from the bustling, warm banquet room to the cool courtyard in front of the house beneath a full sky of suns.
Her trembling body was warm and small tucked against him.
She didn't expect him to be as passionate, warm, and gentle as he'd been with her.
It was lit with warm yellow light.
Her body hurt, her head pulsed, and she wanted nothing more than to curl up on a warm rock outside and go to sleep.
The dwelling was warm already in the midmorning, and she wondered how she'd survive another day of heat like yesterday's.
She gave a nervous wave, watching for his reaction and relieved when he offered a warm smile.
She shivered, wondering just how cunning the small man with the warm smile was.
The three sat at the table amid the warm smells of chocolate and apples, the Deans looking expectantly.
Everyone followed suit, as if welcoming royalty into the warm and ancient parlor.
It makes you feel all warm and cuddly, especially on a winter nights when it's snowing and especially when you're with a special flannel guy.
You were so nice to us last night and Bird Song feels so warm.
The warm sun had eaten most of the snow from the roadway, leaving a contrasting black ribbon, in places still snow-patched from last night's covering.
I gaze from my window to the hill as I watch the warm glow from his home and pray he perhaps is thinking of me as I am thinking of him.
Dean retired to his quarters, bearing a warm muffin that Cynthia sampled with an approving nod.
Today it's warm, but after you've hugged ice for a few hours in the shade, you'll be glad you took time to dress sensibly.
Your tent has to protect against wind, water and snow to maintain a warm and dry climate inside.
Fred returned, was informed of the situation, and gave Cynthia a warm and silent hug.
It's beautiful out there, as warm as Patty at a picnic.
But Monday, the dance master played a different tune—a beautiful Viennese waltz of warm air and sunshine that teased of spring, still months in the future.
While the air remained chilly, especially in the shaded patches, it was so clear and unseasonably warm Dean hardly noticed.
A warm touch began to arouse Dean.
Now, thanks to an early February thaw, it was warm enough to haul out the front porch rockers and pretend it was summer in the warmth of the mid-afternoon sun.
This will warm your blood, best get used to the taste.
It felt warm, slightly warmer than it should be.
Plus she felt warm, real warm.
Her eyes were warm and inviting, yet she still pulled away.
I assume you being so warm is a wolf thing?
She was so warm, holding her felt like being out in the sun.
She answered with a warm, full kiss.
Her face had already begun softening, and the warm sienna reclaimed her eyes.
The room was too warm.
It would be another hour before the room was warm enough to hide her breath.
The warm wind assisted the sun in melting the snow and most of it was already gone, leaving a trail of sloppy mud to the barn.
The warm baritone voice induced a fresh bout of blushing.
Her face felt warm again.
Strong warm hands gripped her arm, guiding her down to the chair.
Inside the barn, Carmen filled two buckets with warm water and heaved them out of the sink.
"Nothing," she answered too quickly, her face growing warm.
It's so warm out there - like spring.
It was unseasonably warm for the end of February, but this was the time of year that they might expect a few nice days.
Maybe tomorrow would be warm.
The feel of his warm fingers on her cheek, the uneasy stomach - they were all warning bells.
She pulled the warm blankets over her head.
The dairy was warm, a fire burning brightly in the home made wood stove.
She giggled nervously as his warm fingers touched her neck.
Would winter be less miserable if the house was warm?
No, I think I'll stay here where it's warm and sunny.
Crunching across the yard to the dairy, she found the stove there burning warm as well.
She heaved a warm bucket of water from the sink and suppressed a smile as she met his concerned gaze.
Suddenly strong warm hands were on her waist, sweeping her into gentle arms.
Those eyes were warm, reflecting a mood somewhere between sober and light humor.
His deep voice was as soft and warm as his gaze.
His voice was warm and husky.
His warm fingers touched her face.
He smelled of leather and cologne and his breath was warm on her cheek.
His lips were warm and inviting and the hair on the back of his neck was silky soft.
Inside his leather jacket it was warm and cozy - falsely secure.
Carmen managed to get Tessa into a stall, and then hobbled to the dairy for some warm water.
You get Tessa some warm water.
The stove was beginning to warm so she lay the kid down in front of it on some towels.
The best thing she could do now was soak in some warm bath water, but there wasn't time.
She gazed up into those warm eyes.
Good Friday was exactly that - warm and sunny with only a few marshmallow clouds drifting overhead.
She closed her eyes and dozed in the warm sun.
His lips were as warm as the hands that gripped her waist.
She glanced up at him and he pressed his warm palm against hers.
His fingers were gently massaging the muscles on either side of her backbone - warm and relaxing.
He took her in his arms then, and his lips were warm on hers.
It felt so safe and warm in his arms.
A warm embrace caught her mid-fall over the cliff, and the scent of soap and man penetrated her bewildered senses.
Warm brown eyes gazed down at her from a sun-bronzed face.
Lana accepted it and allowed him to pull her up and steady her with warm hands on her arms.
The sound of a laser gun went off, and warm blood splattered her.
She shook like a leaf in a thunderstorm, her warm brown eyes wide and tears streaming down her cheeks.
The idea that the man who'd become her friend looked like this made her feel warm from the inside out.
In a blink, she was pinned on top of his warm body, his arms locked around her and his muscular legs wrapped around hers.
He kissed her gently, plying her warm lips until she responded.
She leaned into him, her warm, soft body molding against his.
She awoke beneath the sheets of his bed, warm and comfortable.
She sat, patted Jack, and lifted the warm soup, sighing.
Lana's face grew warm again, and she silently thanked the retired fed for brushing off her grays so diplomatically.
Mrs. Watson's apartment was warm and homey.
When he awoke again, it was to the feeling of a warm breeze across his face.
"Very well, thanks," Kelli said with a warm smile.
The hand pushing against his side was covered in warm blood, and Lana's panic increased as Brady's body began to relax.
Looking back, she couldn't help but think they were being followed. The sense was unlike any other: the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and someone's warm breath brushed the back of one ear. She saw nothing other than the trees in the dark and started forward again.
He went back to the deer trail and jogged through the forest to keep his body warm, making it to the castle in an hour.
Rhyn stripped and changed into the demon's warm clothes.
I don't think both of us will make it out of the underworld. It makes me think about all the things I wish I'd done before I died. I wanted to backpack through Europe and go on a cruise somewhere warm. I wanted to make love with you on the beach under the full moon. Without worrying about demons or Kris or anything.
The tree lowered a branch to him, and he wrapped his arms around it. It was warm and writhing, and one small branch wrapped around him to keep him secure as it shifted him upwards. Toby broke through the treetops and gasped.
Rhyn gasped and struggled to sit. Kiki's still body lay a few feet from him, the ocean lapping at his brother's feet. The Caribbean night was humid and warm, and the moon large over head.
He hesitated and then held out a hand. She took it. His warm hands were rough and large. He squeezed hers. He led her away from the courtyard and lights into the dark night. They walked hand in hand for a few moments, alone under the full moon. She'd walked with him before, but this night, it was different. She felt the shift between them.
He felt like a packaged pound of dog meat after slightly less than three hours sandwiched in his warm and comfortable bed between Ethel Rosewater's last frenzied spasm of pleasure and the screaming alarm clock.
The bag contained a dress, a slip, underwear and a two-piece pajama set but no robe or flannel running suit or anything dry and warm.
The majority of his body was moderately awash with passion and Ethel was as warm and soft as ever.
Dean despised gin even when properly mixed but forced a smile as he drank it straight and warm.
It didn't make him feel warm and fuzzy to speculate after the lawyer's letter to Cynthia Byrne.
While you're freezing your can off, I'll be in a nice warm bed.
Anyway, he's nice and warm while I'm sitting here getting damp and cold.
He felt her warm arm on his bare chest.
He had risen to fear, heartache, anxiety, bliss, pain and a hundred other feelings that made you beg to be able to bury your head beneath the covers and stay in the warm cocoon of sleep forever.
The sun was warm and he walked with a slight limp but an easy stride, past the shops of the small central section to the west side of the quiet town.
And, of course the first winter she would have a warm body to sleep with.
A warm deep voice drifted in from the kitchen and Carmen's gaze riveted on the kitchen doorway.
His hand rested on her shoulder for a moment, warm and reassuring.
Carmen frowned, her face growing warm.
Carmen hesitated, her face growing warm as all eyes turned to her.
His warm hands on her arms did wild things to her pulse.
She met his perplexed gaze, her face growing warm.
A warm flush crawled up her neck.
Waking up to a cold house wouldn't be near as bad after a night sleeping next to his warm body.
His warm hands finally left her waist and slid up her back.
His lips were so soft and warm, seeking an answer to a primal question.
A warm shower soothed aching muscles.
When her gaze shifted to Alex, his eyes were warm and a smile played at the corners of his mouth.
The screen door squealed open and a deep warm voice called her name.
His lips were warm and soft – questioning and inviting.
His body felt so good – so warm, and he smelled so delightful.
His breath was warm on her cheek.
It was so warm and soft, and smelled heavenly.
Putting the food in the oven to keep it warm, she decided there was enough time to feed the horses before he arrived.
This time his kiss was warm and gentle - her response more controlled.
His were warm and the kiss was confident and lengthy.
His warm hand caressed her back.
His hand was so warm and the caress was so gentle that her eyes gradually closed.
Checking the record, her face grew warm on discovery that Alex had once again tried in vain to reach her.
It was a warm firm kiss, full of confidence.
When he spoke, his voice was warm and gentle.
His lips left hers, softly planting warm kisses on her neck.
Even his fingertips felt soft and warm as they pushed the straps from her shoulders and fumbled with the buttons on the front of her dress.
His warm breath puffed on her bare shoulder with the rhythm of sleep.
A warm flush rushed up her neck.
His smile was as warm as his eyes.
His embrace was warm and exciting.
His eyes were warm when he smiled.
Slowly his warm fingers left her chin and worked their way down her neck, caressing and exciting her further.
One evening Carmen prepared a nice supper and put it on low heat in the oven to keep it warm while she dressed.
The day was sunny and warm, so a lilac colored sundress was her choice.
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