His Chest Quotes

#1. Breathing slowly and rubbing his palm against his chest as if to soothe his heart.

Hanya Yanagihara

#2. Alien to him, gripped him by the balls, freezing his insides. He rubbed at his chest in an effort to alleviate the discomfort and closed his eyes, trying to rid himself of the images the threat had invoked.

Maya Banks

#3. If you're a white kid growing up and you see a Black player and he's got the name of your college or your town across his chest, that means something.

Frank Deford

#4. It's like we made promises last night, and you're not sure you can keep them." "Yeah," Carson confessed, his lips brushing Dale's chest. Dale pulled him tight against his chest and dropped a kiss on his hair. "Don't be scared, baby. We'll find a way. I'm not a fan of letting go.

Amy Lane

#5. The quickest way to a man's heart is through his chest.

Roseanne Barr

#6. We've been sitting on a little news. We're having a baby." "Well, damn!" Paul said. He looked at Preacher and grinned. "You finally came through on ovulation day, huh, buddy?" He puffed up a little. "I did at that," he said, throwing his chest out. "And

Robyn Carr

#7. At some point Levi had put his left arm around her and pulled her back against his chest - she'd been fidgeting and rubbing her back on the wall, and Levi just reached behind her and pulled her into him.

Rainbow Rowell

#8. His chest stretched wider, and his muscles cut a sharper image. "My boyfriend can beat up yours," she whispered to her mother.

Rebecca Zanetti

#9. She pushed him back to the desk, poking his chest.
I may punch you, bite you, crush your nuts between my thighs. It's going to be the best hate sex I've ever had. And your survival is not my first concern.

Kate Meader

#10. On the grave among the pine trees, a boy knelt weeping, his chest, racked by sobs, heaving in the darkness, oppressed by an immense grief gentler than the moon and more unfathomable than the night.

Gustave Flaubert

#11. From that point of view, I realized that my hole was not miles deep after all. My father, in fact, could stand on the bottom and it only reached up to his chest.
Darkness, you know, is relative.

Jodi Picoult

#12. And I knew that tone, the pleading, the fear that was sitting like a spiked ball in his chest. He'd been left behind too, maybe more than I had.

Lili St. Crow

#13. I press my face against his chest, inhale his scent, take comfort from it. "I'm so sorry, Victor. I'm not sure I realized how truly awful this is for you."
"It could be worse. I might not have you."
I sink against him.
"Trust me," he whispers.

J.A. London

#14. His reply came cold and quick: "Sometimes I think that's the only reason you ever talked to me." She opened her eyes. "What?" "Everybody knows." Neal's chin was practically touching his chest - that's how not he was looking at her.

Rainbow Rowell

#15. She was so lovely, it hurt his chest to gaze at her, especially knowing she was courageous and clever too.

Melanie Dickerson

#16. So he's tame,' said Estienne, and reached out tentatively, as though to pat a wild animal.
It was a question of which part of the animal he was patting. Damen cknocked his hand away. Estienne gave a yelp and snatched his hand back, nursing it against his chest.
'No that tame,' said Laurent.

C.S. Pacat

#17. His chest was hard and tempting, with the scars from his move to save her carved forever on his skin.

Debra Anastasia

#18. I missed you, she cried into him. Standing on top of the snow gave him an additional few inches on her and she rested her head against his chest. She could hear nothing within, just her own heartbeat echoing.

Thomm Quackenbush

#19. She felt like backing into his crotch and pressing her back into his chest. And then maybe rubbing against him a little.

Jessica Lemmon

#20. He pulled her against his chest, letting her feel his heart thunder its rhythm. Kissing her hair he whispered, the desperation raw, "You are no dream...but flesh and blood. Tell me you are real...oh, please...be real." "Aye, I am real.

Deborah MacGillivray

#21. At least if you're going to hell," he said, the vibrations in his chest rumbling against her, "then we'll be there together.

Sarah J. Maas

#22. The F word turns me on, she whispered.
The F word?
Food
He threw back his head and laughed. It rumbled up out of his chest and felt so good it startled him. For the first time in years,his laughter was spontaneous. It wasn't tinged with bitterness and cynicism.

Sandra Brown

#23. Ladies first." He places a hand on the ladder and gives it a pat.

As I step in front of him, my shoulder brushes against his chest.

Shannon Duffy

#24. At that moment, Dave would have lifted a house for Jimmy, held it up to his chest until Jimmy told him where to put it down.

Dennis Lehane

#25. He whirled in the water and grinned at me. Damn, he was a handsome bastard. I realized he was half-naked. Blue swirls of tattoos painted his chest. When God made that chest, he did to tempt women.

Ilona Andrews

#26. But sometimes I really felt as though the starry sky rose and fell with the gasping of his chest.

Franz Kafka

#27. Is that code for sex or are we really having coffee?" Peter laughs and feigns shock, putting his hand over his chest. "My God! Is that why all those women at Starbucks keep trying to have coffee with me?

H.M. Ward

#28. He imagined dying and being cut open and there were all his bones and muscles and his bared arteries and capillaries leading to a cavity in his chest where instead of a heart he had his camera.

Ali Shaw

#29. I love you," I whisper to this sleeping man. "Thank you for finding me." He surprises me by rolling to face me and drawing me against his chest. "I love you too.

Lexi Ryan

#30. Krampus's voice trailed off, he glanced at Jesse. Jesse's head lay on his shoulder, his eyes closed; there came no sign of breath.
"It appears I am talking to myself." Krampus crossed his arms atop his chest and grunted.

Brom

#31. Am I hot now?" he asked, his voice low and rumbling with arousal as his fingers slipped beneath my panties.
I arched into his touch, bracing my hands on his chest. "Baby, you don't know how to be anything else.

Samantha Young

#32. Holden was imagining what several hundred rounds of Teflon-coated tungsten steel going five thousand meters per second would do to human bodies when Alex threw down the throttle and a roomful of elephants swan dived onto his chest.

James S.A. Corey

#33. The most beautiful warrior, who has scar tissue designs coiled like railroad tracks over the rigorous architecture of his chest and shoulders and back.

Jennifer Egan

#34. He sucked in a breath, his head snapping back from hers. Groaning as he filled her, she arched her back against him, her nipples stroking his chest with the movement. They weren't going to make it to the living room. "Wall or floor?" he managed.

Katie Reus

#35. Do you mind my madness? Even if you're right that I can contain the rages, I will always be mad. I won't get better." "I know." Beth snuggled against his chest. "It's part of the very intriguing package that is Ian Mackenzie.

Jennifer Ashley

#36. Angel asks me about Josh and I tell her that he likes it when I fall asleep with my head on his chest. I tell her how he keeps me wrapped up in his arms all night. How romantic it is, how he's loved me forever.
She knows how it is with boys. "It's always romantic in the beginning," she says.

Erica Lorraine Scheidt

#37. I knew it would be all of those things and so much more to me, but it was his heart I was yanking from his chest with my decision, and that's what mattered to me. I was giving up a piece of my own as well, but it was a choice.
His was just collateral.

Rachael Wade

#38. Rage had consumed her. She hadn't wanted to just murder him. She had wanted to empty her gun into his chest. And then she wanted to fill the holes with burning oil and dance in his still-warm blood. She had felt dead inside.

Karin Slaughter

#39. Her fingers danced over the sculpted landscape of his sleek back and then came around to his chest, where she could once again feel the beat of his heart, not nearly so steady now.

Jill Shalvis

#40. So it has come, the day of testing. Without warning, without fanfare, it is here, and he is in the middle of it. In his chest his heart hammers so hard that it too, in its dumb way, must know. How will they stand up to the testing, he and his heart?

J.M. Coetzee

#41. Don't tell me you don't know!" I roared at him. "Tell me one fucking thing you do know!" "That I love you." His breath hitched in his chest. And I just. I couldn't breathe. Everything

T.J. Klune

#42. She could feel the heat from his body behind her. It radiated from his chest to her shoulder blades. The silk of his bow tie brushed against her hair, penetrating it, until it grazed across the surface of her neck, causing it to explode into goose-pimples.

Sylvain Reynard

#43. God help me, I do care about you. Gently hugging her against his chest, he tenderly moved her hair away from her angelic face. Seeing her sleep, peaceful and trusting, his thoughts of waking
her for his desires were quickly replaced.

Aleatha Romig

#44. He had the sourdough smell of age. His chest sagged into shrivelled teats; his lovemaking was unreliable, yet she found it strangely wholesome in a way that defied sense.

Richard Flanagan

#45. This stray little thought released in him some echo of the past, a solitary trembling note whose sound rose higher and higher in his chest, awakening inarticulate longings and, inseparable from them, a piercing, unfamiliar sorrow.

Olga Grushin

#46. They told me Corrigan smashed all the bones in his chest when he hit the steering wheel. I thought, Well at least in heaven his Spanish chick'll be able to reach in and grab his heart.

Colum McCann

#47. I threw myself on my father, burrowing my face into his chest. "Whom do I need to kill?" he asked in a voice dripping with frost.

Eve Langlais

#48. He lay down, gathering her close. Aria slumped against him, turning her ear to his chest. She listened to his heartbeat - a good, solid sound - as the warmth of his body melted into her. She'd been in a fog earlier. Hallucinating and searching for what was real. She found it in him. He was real.

Veronica Rossi

#49. Something inside his chest unlocked
wildly, slowly, a peculiar sort of melting. He was lost. He was the thorn and the thistle, blown upon her breeze. He felt, strangely enough, staring into her yes, like he was going to weep.

Shana Abe

#50. When in doubt, we follow our hearts. Words can be false, images and sounds can be manipulated. But this ... ' He tapped his chest, over his heart. 'This is always true.

Michael Scott

#51. I closed my eyes. His fingers found mine. I buried my face on his chest, my vision hazy. "I won't remember you."
"You will," he whispered into my hair. "Someday. I'll find you.

Jennifer Rush

#52. Where else would I be? I want to be wherever you are, Ana. Being here makes me think of how far we've come. And the night that was. I watched you fro hours. You were just ... yar, he breathes. I smile against his chest.

E.L. James

#53. My feet are killing me." "I knew somebody who had feet like that. They'd walk all over him. Archie Kashanian was his name. He used to wake up with footprints all over his chest, all over his face. It was the death of him, finally.

Clive Barker

#54. It's not goodbye, Sam. It's see you in two days. I promise ... " she said stroking his hair away from his dimpled cheek.
"I'm counting on it. You will be missed," he said as he put her hand on his chest near his heart. "You will be missed right here ...

Rachel Hanna

#55. I have a pullout couch, and I could sleep in the living room. You can have the bedroom."
"I'm sorry. No." Mel put her hand on his chest, her eyes sparkling. "I have to draw the line there. I should at least get sex out of this deal or this really would be a tragedy.

Lisa Kessler

#56. She smiled, and there it was again, that aching pressure in his chest. Love, or a heart attack. Kind of the same thing.

Kristan Higgins

#57. I am lost without you, duchess." "Then you are found. Because you will not be without me ever again." She dipped her brow to his chest. "I will never leave you."

-Luc & Arabella

Katharine Ashe

#58. The President was in seventh heaven when he heard himself being teased like this; he strutted about and thrust his chest out; never did a man of the robe stick out his neck so far, not even one who has just hanged a man.

Marquis De Sade

#59. She rubbed her cheek on his chest like a sleepy cat. "I like when you hold me."
Dios, she was going to break his heart. "I like when I hold you too.

Cherise Sinclair

#60. Feeling your heartbeats" - I placed my hand against his chest - "reminds me of his heartbeats."
"Running my fingers through your hair" - he tangled his hands through my blonde locks, making me gasp lightly - "helps me remember her.

Brittainy C. Cherry

#61. He also had new scars. Many more. They licked their way up his arms and branded his chest and abs.

Laura Thalassa

#62. When he takes off his shirt, I see that his shoulders are narrow and his chest almost hairless and almost concave. For a second I'm disappointed but right away I think, Grow up; this is the chest of a husband.

Melissa Bank

#63. I listen to his heart beating inside his chest. A heart he's claiming isn't capable of knowing how to love, but in actuality, it's a heart that loves too much.

Colleen Hoover

#64. He pulls me into his arms and holds me tight. He is the one pocket of warmth in a sea of ice. Being in his arms feels like the home I never had. He's still panting his laugh that rumbles through his chest. My chest moves with his, making me smile.

Susan Ee

#65. I hate saying goodbye to you."
I nuzzled my face into his chest and then tipped my head back and looked up at him. "Just promise me once we get out of here, we'll never say goodbye again."
"I promise.

Mia Sheridan

#66. I'm not a well person." He put both palms on his chest as though it were his prime defense. "I tried to strangle you, and who knows when I'll try again. I want to strangle you now." "Don't

Lucian Bane

#67. Why must a woman always surrender? I am not prey!"
"No I am. Your arrow struck me long ago." Paris took her hand and placed it on his chest."Right here. And every time I try to pull it out." He used her hand to demonstrate. "You force it back in.

Anne Fortier

#68. He puffed up his chest. Me man, me need more food than tiny waif female.

Samantha Young

#69. He slowly lowered his arms. The look on his face reached out and wrapped her in a warm embrace of love. He got to his feet and held out his hand. She closed the gap between them and buried her face in his chest. His arms enfolded her.

Melanie Dickerson

#70. She buried her ears into the calm of his heartbeat, and in a matter of seconds; fell terribly in love with the way her loneliness fell softly and suddenly, asleep, in his chest.

Christopher Poindexter

#71. When his head cleared a little, Roman found that he had the boy cradled against his chest, his fingers carding through the moist curls. Luke was nuzzling into his collarbone, all but purring. He really was such a kitten. "Why

Alessandra Hazard

#72. I'm sorry," Butch croaked. "Oh God, I'm so sorry ... "
V put his arm out and curled it around the cop. Pulling the male close to his chest, he laid his head down on his buddy's.
"It's okay," He said roughly. "It's all right. It's okay ... You did the right thing ...

J.R. Ward

#73. He wondered if he should feel a stab of jealousy - Dimple bonding so well with his muscled, much cooler younger brother - but all he felt was this warm, almost gooey feeling in his chest. Like his heart was wrapped in microwaved Nutella.

Sandhya Menon

#74. Though I had no respect for Jack Lewis, I respected the hole in his chest. He was dying, and you owe the dying your attention.

Carsten Jensen

#75. She fuckin broke his heart. The heart too many had tried to carve right out of his chest. The heart he'd given to her two centuries before.

Cynthia Eden

#76. Will it do?" he asked as he folded his arms over his chest.
She turned to him. Her eyes grew shuttered and any sign of pleasure vanished from her face. "I suppose I can endure it."
As if he couldn't tell she liked it.

Sabrina Jeffries

#77. His real war was within himself. He was a boy dressed as a soldier, pumping his chest, slinging his gun, and fleeing in horror at a glimpse of his own reflection.

Maggie Young

#78. I lean against Brad's shoulder and he softly kisses my hair. Bringing my hand to his chest, I feel the rapid beat of his heart.
He inches closer and whispers, Do you feel that? That's what you do to me.

Beth Michele

#79. I feel like I should be going with her," said Kinney. Snarling, Iko stepped over the fallen guard and jabbed a finger at his chest. "I have known her a lot longer than you have, mister, and if there's one of us who should be going with her, it's me. Now open these doors." One

Marissa Meyer

#80. Gin! Gin, are you here?"
"Right behind you," I said.
Finn shrieked and whirled around. I winced at the high-pitched sound.
"Dammit, woman." He clutched the folder to his chest. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?

Jennifer Estep

#81. Alyssa's mouth went dry at the sight of Chance as he opened the door. His chest was bare, with faint droplets of water covering the tattooed bundle of hotness known as her friend.

Shyloh Morgan

#82. Great stones they lay upon his chest until he plead aye or nay. They say he give them but two words. "More weight," he says. And died.

Arthur Miller

#83. Even if you kill her, she'll still be alive-here." He tapped his chest. "In me. I keep her here. She's part of me. So until you kill me, you can't really kill her. And you can't win. It's that simple.

L.J.Smith

#84. She yawned, and Rowan rubbed his eyes, his other hand still in hers. But he didn't let go. And when she awoke before dawn, warm and safe and rested, Rowan was still holding her hand, clasped to his chest.

Sarah J. Maas

#85. He stood with his arms folded across his chest, a pose that accentuated the hard, supple muscles of both. The angel was like catnip for any woman with a pulse. I made a concentrated effort not to ogle. As

Ella Summers

#86. Judge stood tall and gestured for Michaels to walk ahead of him. "You didn't get a good enough view of my ass last night?" he whispered on his way by. Judge grabbed his arm and pulled him back into his chest. "No. But I will." They

A.E. Via

#87. I'm not like him, Kara. Whoever he is, I'm not like him."
She ran a hand over his chest, with its mat of golden curls and teased one flat brown nipple, desire already running hot in her veins. "No. No you're not.

Pamela Clare

#88. Then do it. Do this thing with me. For real." For keeps. That wish he kept tight inside his chest, not ready to trust it with breath yet.

Annabeth Albert

#89. You can't purchase me with a bunch of stones."
"I wouldn't dream of purchasing you." Cullen laughed low in his chest and smiled, this time showing even white teeth. "You're too much trouble. I thought I'd just steal you for a bit.

Susan Scott

#90. He taps his chest with both hands. "Let me introduce you to me. I'm the guy who wants you back. Badly.

Lauren Blakely

#91. He pulls me over the railing and against his chest, gathering me into his arms, easing an arm under my knees. I press my face into his shoulder, and there is a sudden, hollow silence.

Veronica Roth

#92. He slid an arm around me and pulled me to him. I rested my head on his chest, and he nuzzled my hair and kissed me just above the ear.

Janet Evanovich

#93. Then he folded his arms on his chest, so his biceps strained at the sleeves of his t-shirt, courtesy of the arm curl machine.

Jennifer Echols

#94. He wore a threadbare white T-shirt that should've been as noteworthy as a bowl of oatmeal. Instead, it clung to his chest like it had aspirations of taking over for his skin. Hell, she'd have the same life goal.

Christine Bell

#95. I'll do my bit tonight, but forgive me if it's a little harder to keep going than normal. Forgive me if I'm not superwoman after all."
"Not superwoman?" he exclaimed, putting a hand on his chest in mock surprise.
"You've lied to me all these years!

Laurell K. Hamilton

#96. He's doing sit-ups in his tighy-whities! His chest looks toned, but ... tighty-whities?

Jay Asher

#97. The one thing I've always liked about that boy. As much as I hate his body language screaming he owns you, with him next to you ain't no one gonna mess with my little girl.It may as well be written on his chest in neon lights.

Elizabeth Reyes

#98. But then he whispers, "It will be okay, Mary." He pulls my head down to his chest and he wraps both his arms around me and all I can think is why can't life just stop here and now and leave us be in this moment.

Carrie Ryan

#99. I have a present for you," he murmured, still stroking along her spine. He loved the way she felt curled against him. Like she'd been made for him.
Laughing lightly, she laid her head back on his chest. "Pretty sure you just gave it to me.

Katie Reus

#100. He steps closer, still not touching me, but so close that I can hear my own heartbeat echoing against the hard breadth of his chest. You are.

J. Kenner