On His Chest Quotes

#1. He knows I'll like a song before I've heard it. He laughs before I even get to the punchline. There's a place on his chest, just below his throat, that makes me want to let him open doors for me. There's only one of him. Park

Rainbow Rowell

#2. I spent your Wish on that doucheface," I said into his chest.
"Hazel Grace. No. I will grant you that you did spend my one and only Wish, but you did not spend it on him. You spent it on us.

John Green

#3. Why don't you go get in bed?"
I stood, laying my hand on his chest and staring up at him. "Is that a dare?"
He laid one hand over mine and pull me closer with the other. Leaning down, he kissed me gently. "It absolutely is. No falling out of it allowed, though.

Tammara Webber

#4. At this, Gansey rolled over onto his back and folded his hands on his chest. He wore a salmon polo shirt, which, in Blue's opinion, was far more hellish than anything they'd discussed to this point.

Maggie Stiefvater

#5. I lean my head into his chest, still feeling conflicted, although the close proximity tips the scale slightly on the side of seeing this beautiful man naked. ~Vi

Vi Keeland

#6. We swayed, barely moving. I settled my cheek on Maxon's chest, he rested his chin on my head, and we spun to the music of the rain.

Kiera Cass

#7. Blue was standing over her, shaking out his wet hair like an annoying blue dog. Beads of water clung to the muscle of his chest. He was wiry, not buff like Henley, but his body made up for size with definition.
Nothing could make up for his personality.
"Stop dripping on me," Mira snapped.

Sarah Cross

#8. Kincaid, evidently exhausted himself, drew a gun, took the safety off, placed it on his chest, and went to sleep too.
"It's cute," I whispered to Murphy. "He has a teddy Glock.

Jim Butcher

#9. He shifted his body off of mine and tuckled me close against his warmth. I laid my head on his chest and listened to the comforting sound of his beating heart. Noah ran his hand through my hair. I'm glad you told me. This needs to be right for you and i'll wait, for as long as you need.

Katie McGarry

#10. He put his chin on the top of my head. "I know." He wrapped both arms around me just above my chest and pulled me against him. - Stefan (Bone Crossed)

Patricia Briggs

#11. Leaning back against Cam's chest, I tipped my head back and I reached up, cupping his cheek. I drew his mouth to mine and kissed him softly. "Thank you."
His lips curved up on one side. "For what?"
"For waiting for me.

J. Lynn

#12. So," he said, "we ourselves will be the candle flames." He put his hands on his chest. "Feel your hearts, how warm they are.

Jerry Spinelli

#13. I place my hands on his chest. He presses me into the curve of his body. Tilts my chin up to meet his eyes. "I'll be good to you," he whispers. "I'll be so good to you, Juliette. I promise."
And he kisses me. Hungrily. Desperately. Eager to break me open and taste me.

Tahereh Mafi

#14. So, you know when the limit's up on love?" he asked and I felt my chest depress as the profound weight of his question hit me. "No," I whispered. "Right. No. No one does. Not you. Not me. No one.

Kristen Ashley

#15. He was in old pajama bottoms, with a towel flung over his shoulder, a paintbrush in one hand. There was paint on his bare chest and some in his hair...The black spiraling Marks winding down his torso, like vines wreathing a pillar.

Cassandra Clare

#16. I placed my hands on his chest and took a step away. "Sometimes I really don't like you."
"Key word to what you just said is sometimes, meaning not all the time, meaning most of the time you like me, and that's good enough for me.

Joddie Zeng

#17. His blue eyes were watching her now; she saw in them the vulnerability, the invitation, the fear, as she sat down quietly, placed her open hand on his chest, felt the thump, thump of his heart, which would someday stop, as all hearts do. But there was no someday now.

Elizabeth Strout

#18. She looked at him with a wounded expression, one which caused a sharp pain in his chest. I really need to see the medtech unit about that. You brought this on yourself. Which brings me to the next thing. Your punishment.

Eve Langlais

#19. He could feel her breath on his chest. She looked into his eyes.

Emily Whitaker

#20. You think he's got 'government badass' tattooed on his chest?" I murmured.
A faint grimace skewed Luther's mouth. "And 'I'd tell you but I'd have to kill you' on his ass.

Ilona Andrews

#21. You undo me, Saint."
"I'm sorry."
He sighed and rolled over so that he could pull me on top of his chest. "Just try and put me back together when you're done with me, all right?

Jay Crownover

#22. All right. Go and find them. I'll come in the morning - at first light. Meet me where I found you, all right?" "Awright," she whispered, and laid a small white hand on his chest, just over his heart. "Sank you, Wiyum.

Diana Gabaldon

#23. Put a gun in a young man's hands and call him a soldier. Doesn't make him a killer. Sew a stripe on his arm, a ribbon on his chest. Doesn't make him soulless.

Rio Youers

#24. Tell me you love me," I pleaded"
"Gideon's eyes met mine. "You know I do"
"Imagine if I i ever said the words to you. If you never heard them from me"
"His chest expanded on a deep breath. "Crossfire

Sylvia Day

#25. I feel the weight of his chest on top of me as he finally collapses; I close my eyes and try to bring myself back to earth. I might have been safer at Dave

Kyra Davis

#26. He steps onto the sidewalk and rocks on the balls of his feet. He looks beautiful standing there, and a familiar ache starts in my chest as I wonder how I can love and fear the sight of someone with the same intensity.

Sophie Jordan

#27. Tom looked across the patio, our eyes met, and for a split second I remembered my drunken nineteen-year-old face pressed against his chest at a party, his lips resting on the top of my head, murmuring, You know I wish I could.

Miranda July

#28. At home in bed a few weeks before he died, I asked him, "Can you breathe okay with my head on your chest like this?" His answer was "It's the only way I know how to breathe.

Paul Kalanithi

#29. We all have a divine light within us," Hayes says, breaking the moment, his hands in a prayer position at the center of his chest. "But it's our job to seek that divine light and let it shine. To take what's on the inside and show it on the outside. It is the only way to true enlightenment." As

Rebekah Crane

#30. Roland's heart seemed to twist like a rag inside his chest, and there was a moment to wonder how it could possibly go on beating in the face of this.

Stephen King

#31. Adrian stood there leaning against the doorframe, watching me with his heart in his eyes. In my chest, my own heart was breaking. On my cheek, the lily reminded me who I was.

Richelle Mead

#32. Touch me." He instructed as he lifted her hands and placed them on his chest, "See, I am just Alfonzo. I'm human, not the boogey-man," then he smiled reassuringly ...

S.W. Frank

#33. No woman had ever made him feel so protective, yet so protected at the same time. He shifted his gaze to her lips. He had to taste them, had to claim them for his own right then, or his heart was going to jump right out of his chest and die on the floor at the ends of her cute little toes.

Carolyn Brown

#34. Takin' it to ISIS, man!" Blue Jacket thumped his chest twice, and I read the saying on his shirt: Turning ISIS into WASWAS.

Jennifer Lane

#35. Sometimes I wish I had some Captain America super-strength to get through tired days. Or some of Stark's patented 24-hour energy shots. (But those things will kill you.) Not sure why he needs them. The guy's got a generator stuck in his chest. Don't even get me started on Thor-

Nathan Edmondson

#36. Did last night really happen?" One side of his lips tipped up, and my chest swelled. I'd missed that smile. "Depends on what you think happend." "I took my shirt off for you?" His eyes deepened. "Yes. Lovely moment.

J. Lynn

#37. I had never seen so much hair on a man. It covered all of his face and grew way down to his chest, maybe lower, but he didn't have hair where it counted, on top of his head.

John Lame Deer

#38. Then it was all true. I saw the skins of tigers flaming in his palace on the Grand Canal; I saw him opening a chest of rubies to ease, with their crimson-lighted depths, the gnawings of his broken heart.

F Scott Fitzgerald

#39. Harold stuck his chest out a bit. "I'm the Senator's representative in this district," which made me think of the relationship priests supposedly have with God.

John Fox

#40. If I had. If I had done those things, that would have been okay with you?" "Oh, fuck no. I'd have broken your neck and thrown you out the airlock," Amos said, clapping him on the shoulder. "Ah," Prax said, a gentle relief loosening in his chest. "Thank you." "Anytime." The

James S.A. Corey

#41. Valten tightened his arms around Gisela. She buried her face against his chest, holding on to him as if her life depended on her grip.

Melanie Dickerson

#42. I let my towel drop to the carpet.
Let him look me over as I put a hand on his chest, his heart raging beneath my palm.
"Ready for ravishing.

Sarah J. Maas

#43. In the old days, the general's ribbons / & medals rainbowed across his chest, / & if he were interrogating himself, / by now, blood would be on the walls.

Yusef Komunyakaa

#44. If I kept on looking at his bare chest any longer, I'd officially earn my Hussy Merit Badge.

Mariana Zapata

#45. Abra looked at his sunny hair, tight-curled now, and at the eyes that seemed so near to tears, and she felt the longing and itching burn in her chest that is the beginning of love. Also, she wanted to touch Aron, and she did. She put her hand on his arm and felt him shiver under her fingers.

John Steinbeck

#46. My name is Lanie Kincaid," I told his chest.
"Sure the fuck is," Hop replied on a growl.

Kristen Ashley

#47. Good grief, this guy had a sleeping rug on his chest.

S.M. Reine

#48. FIRST DIP, THIRD NIP We went out on the lake and, after his first dip in the water, I noticed the mole on his chest had reacted to the cold. Triple nipple is a deal breaker. - Jillian

Robert K. Elder

#49. Kingsley did the same, except he also removed his T-shirt, showing off his broad chest, tan and smooth. When had Kingsley had time to work on his tan? Mimi wondered.

Melissa De La Cruz

#50. Jace's arm looked like a map: runes spread down onto his collarbone and chest, the backs of his hands.
The road map of their bravery and hopes, their dreams and desires, marked clearly on their bodies. Shadowhunters weren't always the most forthcoming of people, but their skins were honest.

Cassandra Clare

#51. He kissed her forehead and drifted into an uneasy sleep, listening to the soft snoring of the creature on his chest, one he loved slightly more than he had come to fear.

Thomm Quackenbush

#52. Thank you for my accessories. This is over the top. And not practical." She hugged him around the waist and set her head on his chest.
"Fuck practical." He tilted her face to his. "I want to decorate you with diamonds. It's sort of like peeing on my tree, 'cept more expensive.

Debra Anastasia

#53. I put my hands on his chest, splaying my fingers, feeling his heart beat under my palm. Funny how such a simple thing like a heartbeat could fascinate me now that I didn't have one. Or maybe it was just Zeke's heart that I was fascinated with.

Julie Kagawa

#54. That was my first kiss," she said. "My first real one."
He brought his head close, resting his forehead on hers. Blond waves fell around her face, soft against her cheeks. His chest rose and fell as he drew in a breath. "Felt like the first real one for me, too.

Veronica Rossi

#55. 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

#56. 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

#57. Tyrion seated himself and took a sip of wine. If a man paints a target on his chest, he should expect that sooner or later someone will loose an arrow at him. I have seen dead men with more humor than your Ser Alliser.

George R R Martin

#58. Zulu, we do this quick and easy," Ray said. "No ripping his chest apart, taking out his heart, and painting his blood across the pavement."
"Come on. I did that once, and you still won't leave it alone." I shrugged my shoulders and leaned back in the van's backseat.

Kenya Wright

#59. In my dreams, you were walking," I whispered, kissing his chest.
"In mine, you stayed," he replied on a deep, content sigh.

Aly Martinez

#60. Pull your knees up to your chest." His voice was gravel. "Keep them there. And hang the fuck on.

Tessa Bailey

#61. If a man paints a target on his chest, he should expect that sooner or later someone will loose an arrow on him.

George R R Martin

#62. She lifted her chin, trying to be brave, fearing he'd still not want her. All she could do was focus on the middle of his chest. He wore another novelty shirt that had "Now they see the sky and they remember what they are.

Melissa Blue

#63. I narrowed my eyes, making a colossal effort to keep them on his face and not stray down his glistening ... I slipped just once ... yes, glistening chest. Seriously?

Natasha Boyd

#64. Now I'm really curious. Tell me." I tapped on his bare chest. "Please?"
He watched me a moment. "It's in Sanskrit. It says, 'This Is Forever.'"
My heart skipped a beat as I stared up at him. "Does it mean what I think it does?

J. Lynn

#65. 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

#66. 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

#67. 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

#68. 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

#69. Not where. When." The Elemental brand on my chest pulses, his rumbling voice tugging at the thread of old magic. "It is the start of another day.

Emma Raveling

#70. 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

#71. 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

#72. Irial!"
"Still here." Irial didn't open his eyes, but he smiled a little.
"You're an ass," Niall said, but he kept his hands on Irial's chest so that he could feel both pulse and breath.
"You too, Gancanagh," Irial murmured.

Melissa Marr

#73. My God, you're hurt," Kyle said.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't use his name around me right now. He's kicking my ass."
"God?"
"No, but his bitch is."
"How? It's impossible to hurt ghosts."
"Tell that to the smoking crater on my chest.

John Corwin

#74. 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

#75. I want your hands on my head."
I nod and edge back to make room for him. "Does it calm your racing thoughts?"
He shakes his head, then takes my hand and spreads it open over his wide chest, his voice textured as he traps my gaze with his. "It calms me here.

Katy Evans

#76. 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

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

Debra Anastasia

#78. I set my hand on top of his and guide it to my chest, so its right over my heart.
"Feel my heartbeat. Can you feel it?"
"Yes."
"Feel how steady it is?"
"It's fast.

Veronica Roth

#79. 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

#80. Just at that moment she glanced towards him and saw him smiling at her, his eyes lingering on her with warmth and an indefinable something else. Her heart caught in her chest

Emily Arden

#81. The paper landed on the table, but the news was stapled to his chest. A tattoo.

Markus Zusak

#82. Sachin Tendulkar has often reminded me of a veteran army colonel who has many medals on his chest to show how he has conquered bowlers all over the world

Allan Donald

#83. Tobey puts the CD on. Then he comes over and hugs me. I lean my head on his chest.
'I want to know everything about you,' he whispers.

Susane Colasanti

#84. Her head against his chest and whispered: We can busy ourselves with living or with dying, Ove. We have to move on.

Fredrik Backman

#85. I moved in close, put my head on Theo's chest, pulled our clasped hands in to rest on his heart. "That's better," I said, tucking my head under his chin where it fit perfectly. "Yeah," he said softly. "It is.

Emma Scott

#86. Morpheus yelps.
Once we're back on the road, I catch a glimpse of him in the rearview. His beloved hat is crushed against his chest between his fists.

A.G. Howard

#87. You can say no," he rasped, his breath warming her lips. "But you ought to know I've been thinking about this all day."

Crystal savored the heat that slammed through her body as she placed her palms on his chest. Rising on tiptoe, she said softly, "Just do it, Tanner.

Roz Denny Fox

#88. I focused, rather embarrassingly, on his chest which was rising and falling slowly.
I left teeth marks!

Kyra Lennon

#89. She kind of accidentally bumped into his chest on the way out. Well, maybe not so accidentally. She saw his muscles through his shirt
they'd just needed a closer physical inspection.

Ophelia London

#90. Excuse me. I think you must've accidentally used the wrong pronoun."
The growl that rumbled up out of his chest was loud enough to rattle the water glass on the bedside table.
"Fine, you can stand in the corner and cheer while I kill him.

Nalini Singh

#91. She felt the smile turn the corners of her lips upward and placed her hand flat on his chest, just above his heart.
"That's yours now, babe," Jason whispered, kissing her forehead. "Be careful with it, OK?

Lindsay Chamberlin

#92. The dead man is on the trolley and the woman collapses across his chest. That's what the ghouls want a shufti at, like at that Princess Diana's funeral, they want to scrutinise those who really knew her, to drink the misery out of their faces.

Irvine Welsh

#93. Yesterday Michael Phelps set an all-time Olympic record for most medals. Phelps has so much gold on his chest he's been asked to join the cast of 'Jersey Shore.'

Conan O'Brien

#94. Outside, again?" She teased him.
"You know I love it best when you're wearing nothing but the stars."
Blake wrapped her in his arms and reclined on the grass. She pat his chest gently, loving the tap back from his heart and his white smile. He looked amazing cloaked in stars, too.

Debra Anastasia

#95. The first time I walked into the room and saw Naya asleep on Lucas's chest while he slept, too, his hand over her naked baby butt ... " Sascha sighed, rubbing a fist over her heart. "I don't think I've recovered.

Nalini Singh

#96. She loved his laughter. She loved that he faced the world with a reckless smile on his scarred face. Her heart crashed against her chest. A revelation descended. A revelation unrelated to the desire heating her blood.

Anna Campbell

#97. Dorian?"
"Yeah?:
"I want my mummy in our web."
Dorian's heart kicked in his chest. "She will be." It was the one thing he wouldn't compromise on. And if that made him animal in his possessiveness, so be it.

Nalini Singh

#98. You need to trust me, bella."
"I do trust you, Antonio."
"I want you to trust in this. In us." Antonio took her hand and placed it on his beating chest. He laid his palm over her heart. "I'm not going anywhere.

Beverly Preston

#99. I love you present tense," I whispered, and then put my hand on the middle of his chest and said, "It's okay, Gus. It's okay. It is. It's okay, you hear me?" I had - and have - absolutely no confidence that he could hear me. I leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "Okay," I said. "Okay.

John Green

#100. Character is not something one wears on their sleeve, shoulder or badge on their chest. It resides in the core of ones being and his displayed by actions and words.

John Paul Warren