Their heads thrust like swords, and their chests pressed together.
His chest pressed against mine, smooth, warm, very human.
From having lain next to her, our chests pressed together.
Her chest would have pressed against his belly had she not decided against it.
She touched his chest over his heart then pressed her hand to her own breast.
Jean-Claude's chest and stomach pressed against my back, the lace of his white shirt only a frame for our flesh.
Somewhere in all of that her clothes fell away, his chest pressed against her, and the heat was overwhelming.
The fingers around her wrists flexed and his chest pressed against hers as he moved forward.
He leaned forward so that his tunic-clad chest pressed against the high wooden bane.
His chest and shoulders pressed to the wall, he edged slowly out of the room and down the hall.
