It was his policy to go through each edition while still hot from the press.
She could feel her face getting hot from the anger.
The black leather of the kit was hot from the sun.
The water was hot from the sun, but it seemed delicious.
Large pieces of flat bread were brought in, hot from the fire.
The metal was hot from the sun and too wide to hold.
It felt so good to press my face, hot from the sun and wind, against the cool pillow.
They had come wrapped in a cloth and were still hot from the fire.
With no one home to stop me, I could, and did, eat the entire thing by myself, hot from the pot.
Her face, hot from the fire, composed into a private smile.
