Quotes About His T Shirt

#1. Dear God, she couldn't give this man sex. She could barely give it to Van, and he currently smelled so good she just wanted to shove her face under his t-shirt and eat whatever she found there.

Charlotte Stein

#2. He even dressed up for you. He only has one stain on his t-shirt.- Rylie Cruz

Rose Pressey

#3. Link flexed his muscles. To be fair, he did nearly split his t-shirt in half.

Kami Garcia

#4. Locking the door behind Preacher, Knuckles turned to Debbie, a strained smile on his face. "You ain't got no gun, right Debbie darling?" He pointed to the words on his T-shirt - PEACE, LOVE, AND PUSSY. "'Cause, I'm a lover, not a fighter.

Madeline Sheehan

#5. From a man who fights like crazy, arouses me like no other, is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. From the man who plays me sexy music, gives me his t-shirt to sleep in, protects me as fiercely as a lion, and yet won't take me when I'm naked and trembling in his arms ...

Katy Evans

#6. His t-shirt hugged the muscles of his arms so tight, I went dry in the mouth and wet in the panties.

Melanie Harlow

#7. I couldn't help but notice how hot he looked tonight with his strong build lining his t-shirt. He should never cover his beauty with clothes and such things. - Ariel

Victoria H. Smith

#8. Eisman took the cart to the clubhouse and bought a hoodie. The hoodie covered up his t-shirt and made him look a lot like a guy who had just bought a hoodie to cover up his t-shirt.

Michael Lewis

#9. The hole in the shoulder of his T shirt was not a cute hole. The excess material in the seat of his seersucker shorts, the excess length of the shorts themselves, were not cute excesses.

J.D. Salinger

#10. 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

#11. 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

#12. I loved having a dad who was smarter than the New York Times, and I loved how my cheek could feel the hairs on his chest through his T-shirt, and how he always smelled like shaving, even at the end of the day. Being with him made my brain quiet. I didn't have to invent a thing.

Jonathan Safran Foer

#13. Taking my hand, he rests it over his T-shirt, over his heart. You hold this in the palm of your hand. You are the only woman who has ever had it, and ever will. You own me, Tru.

Samantha Towle

#14. He had the red serviette tucked into his t-shirt at the neck which made me laugh. He hadn't done this since our third date when I had told him off for his bad manners.

Kate Chisman

#15. I watched him pull his t-shirt over his head.
I could put hin on replay doing that and watch it all day ...

Tammara Webber

#16. pack from me, his fingers brushing mine, and holds it against my head himself. I put my hand down, too eager to relax my arm to object. Four stands up. I stare at the hem of his T-shirt. Sometimes I see him as just

Veronica Roth

#17. He leans back in his chair, the brown of his T-shirt complementary against the dark wood.

Anyta Sunday

#18. The hood burnt my ass."
Gavin smirked and pulled his T-shirt over his head. He spread it out across the hood, picked Emily back up, and set her on top of it. "And here I was thinking your ass couldn't get any hotter.

Gail McHugh

#19. First there was a young guy sitting in front of television in a T-shirt drinking beer with his mother, then there was an older fatter person sitting in front of television in a T-shirt drinking beer with his mother.

William S. Burroughs

#20. He leaned closer and his lips found hers, pressing her into the soft pillows. She gasped and dug her fingers into his shirt, afraid he would pull away before she could memorize this moment. But he didn't pull away, and Cress gradually dared to kiss him back.

Marissa Meyer

#21. Who's they?" Ozzie asked. The guy's wild blond hair and Star Trek T-shirt - it read I beat the Kobayashi Maru - shouted of his secure position in the upper echelons of Geekdom as loudly as the three microsized laptops open in front of him. "Official

Julie Ann Walker

#22. You look spectacluar, Cam.' She smoothes out his shirt and straightens his tie. 'You look like the shining star you are!'
'Let's hope I don't give birth to complex elements.'
She looks at him quizzically.
'Supernova,' he says. 'If I'm a shining star, let's hope I don't blow up.

Neal Shusterman

#23. Girl, there ain't a boy in this town who can hold a candle to Beau Vincent with his shirt off.

Abbi Glines

#24. Bill looks different without a suit. He was wearing his old graduate school T-shirt. Which was Brown. The school. Not the color. His girlfriend was wearing sandals and a nice flowered dress. She even had hair under her arms. No kidding!

Stephen Chbosky

#25. Ramil met Tashi's eyes with a mischievous look. "Now Wife we have a long voyage ahead of us with no interruptions, no affairs of state to sidetrack us." He brushed his fingers againist the lacings of her neck. "Isn't it time you returned that shirt to its owner?

Julia Golding

#26. You know," Kabe tugged his shirt off and tossed it on the floor. "The whole innocent thing is kinda cute."
Shirt halfway up my middle, I stopped.
"I'm nothing like cute." My glare told him I'd hurt him if kept it up.
"Me and cute don't add up.

James Buchanan

#27. She grabbed his shirt and tore it open, buttons popping off and flying everywhere. She insinuated a knee between his thighs, meaning to apply some provocative friction to his private parts while she undid his pants. But he misread her intention. 'Oh, no, you don't,

Emma Darcy

#28. First the shirt. His chest was so sculpted and beautiful. I could see all the tiny lines chiseled into his abdomen. If he looked this good in the window reflection, I couldn't even imagine how insanely gorgeous he was going to be when I looked directly at him. Next

Vi Keeland

#29. So painting your nails tonight, desperately alone?" Lucky guess on his part?
"Yes. Masturbating and crying into your pillow, Doctor Joshua?" He looks at the top button of my shirt.
"Yes. And don't call me that.

Sally Thorne

#30. As I bounced her on my knee, AJ undid the first three buttons on his shirt and ripped off his tie. "I'm ready to dance."
"You've been dancing the entire time we haven't been on stage." I replied.
"No, I mean I really want to dance."
"Ugh," I groaned. "You mean that mexican shit.

Katie Ashley

#31. I glance down his body. He's still wearing his shorts and his shirt, and I still have my T-shirt on. Jeez
talk about wham, bam, thank you ma'am.

E.L. James

#32. Lo," I whisper, my fingers making circles on his black shirt. "I just want you to know that if you leave this world, I won't be in it for much longer." He's a piece of me. You cut it off, and it's like going through life with no lungs.

Krista Ritchie

#33. You're lucky I love Abby. I wouldn't do this shit for just anyone," Trent grumbled, brushing off his shirt

Jamie McGuire

#34. All I could do was forlornly watch as he put what I was starting to consider his lawyer costume back on, while I sat on the edge of his bed wearing nothing but his ARMY T-shirt and some seriously tousled-sex hair.

Jay Crownover

#35. He was wearing a T-shirt that said "Judge a moth by the beauty of its candle." He was my candle, but I was not his. I decided I was okay with that.

Sarah Black

#36. Shane raised his brows when he set eyes on my apron. "Been roped into galley duties?" "Nah. I slaughtered Leo with an electric carving knife. I put this on so I could dismember his body without mucking up my t-shirt.

Gillibran Brown

#37. She wears a Val Surf T-shirt and boys' boxer shorts and she has a boy's phone number scrawled on her hand. Part of her wants to spit on it and rub it off, and part of her wishes it was written in huge numbers across her belly, his name in gang letters, like a tattoo.

Francesca Lia Block

#38. My dad has totally taken my Cat Stevens T-shirt, but it's OK; I have his Black Flag one, and that's amazing.

Zoe Kravitz

#39. Kris was in black running shorts and a tight gray T-shirt constructed from some sort of magical material that clung to his muscles and triggered a gush of epinephrine while her amygdala attempted to reconcile two conflicting signals from her prefrontal cortex: attraction and revenge. "All

Sarah Strohmeyer

#40. You have no idea of the things you do to me. That night, after Fez, I would have happily given you every bit of myself."
I link my fingers between the buttons on his shirt.
He leans back in. "Then why didn't you?"
"Because I don't want you to be the other guy.

Anna Bloom

#41. Leaning over me with his chest bare, he pressed his wadded-up t-shirt to my ear. It was his Poser t-shirt that he wore to school at least twice a week,and he was willingly staunching my blood with it.He must be in love.

Jennifer Echols

#42. Sandra ... ." He blinked then opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. "This says, I married Sandra Fielding, and all I got was this lousy T-shirt."
"Yep.

Penny Reid

#43. drenching his shirt with saltwater

Stephenie Meyer

#44. He wears his cockiness like an ironic T-shirt, but it fits him better.

Gillian Flynn

#45. Hijo de puta," Steady cursed, whipping off his shirt to press it to the wound in Fido's chest. "I don't know dick about canine physiology, Mac.

Julie Ann Walker

#46. Jesus, would you look at him. Hair too long and too blond. Eyes too sexy and too blue. Body too buff, ego in danger of liftoff. Standing there in his tight fitted jeans, painted-on T-shirt, and snakeskin boots, he looked like God's guilty gift. Trouble was, he knew it.

Cindy Gerard

#47. I've always wanted to know what it was like to fuck a cult figure,' the Royal Porcupine said reflectively. He was lying on his mattress, watching me as I scrubbed the dog blood off my belly with a corner of his shirt, dipped in the toilet. He didn't have a sink. 'Well,

Margaret Atwood

#48. To John Cena after the fans kept throwing his shirt back in the ring : They didn't throw my shirt back.

CM Punk

#49. My stomach quivered as I watched him walk to the side of the bed. His dark charcoal gray sweater emphasized his broad shoulders; a white t-shirt was slightly visible at the V-neck.

Melissa A. Hanson

#50. heatwave. Dad was wearing a T-shirt and baggy shorts, flip-flops on his feet, a bottle of beer in his hand.

Jess Ryder

#51. I can't seem to take my eyes of the patch of skin that shows when he raises his hand to run his fingers through his hair, making his shirt ride up a little.

Jessica Sorensen

#52. Don't you ever touch her again," Bodee says. There must be muscles in his arms where before I thought there was only T-shirt. But it's not those muscles that pin Hayden against the ground: it's the white-hot fury that's as visible as Hayden's grimace.

Courtney C. Stevens

#53. You have spoken and we have listened, but no, Ms. Theron,it isn't appropriate for us to ask Nathan to take his shirt off. That isn't what we had in mind when we started asking for input.

Kirt J. Boyd

#54. Tod crossed his arms over his snug white T-shirt, silently giving me the floor. Fortunately, I was prepared.
"Sabine ambushed me in the hall this morning and gave me a lecture on sex."
Tod's brow's rose halfway to his hairline.
"I hope you took notes ...

Rachel Vincent

#55. His hair was still wet, and he was in a black long-sleeved T-shirt and tattered blue jeans. His feet were bare. Casual. Comfortable. Gorgeous.

Mary Lindsey

#56. He's already tan, and leaning on the rail in his yellow linen shirt, with the pure glory of Venice racing behind him, I think he looks like someone I'd like to run off with, if I already hadn't.

Frances Mayes

#57. You should have worn a baby pink t-shirt on which a child sucks his thumb. That would have given you the required juvenile look.

~ Subhangi Tyagi

Kirtida Gautam

#58. The German stared at me, a combination of fatigue and frustration. But I understood.
His eyes on the potato said, Emilia, I'm hungry.
The dried blood on his shirt said, Emilia, I'm injured.
But the way he clutched his pack told me the most.
Emilia, don't touch this.

Ruta Sepetys

#59. You're at the crack addict's apartment? Having a little sandwich? he says. From the tone of his voice, you'd think I just told him I was hanging out at a playground wearing a NAMBLA t-shirt.

Augusten Burroughs

#60. He turned to look at the door and narrowed his eyes. So, Rule Number One, apparently, was that he wasn't allowed to crack a smile during foreplay. "Got it," he muttered to himself as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side before stepping up to the door and throwing it open.

Abigail Roux

#61. Holder walks in dressed in a casual white t-shirt and dark denim jeans, his hair freshly washed since our run this morning. As soon as I see him, the stomach virus/hot flashes/butterflies return.

Colleen Hoover

#62. What was Dionysus going to go? Send him back to his hellish isolation? He'd been there, done that, and had the Ozzy T-shirt to prove it.' (Styxx)

Sherrilyn Kenyon

#63. Broad shoulders fit snugly under his white shirt, and taut muscles flex in his arm as he grips a tray. He's not a muscle-bound freak though, thank God. I don't like that "I have boulders in my biceps" look that a lot of guys seem to favor these days.

Siobhan Davis

#64. I didn't say I couldn't touch." She gripped the collar of his shirt and dragged him forward, bringing their mouths an inch apart. "Just you." A muscle ticked in his jaw. "I'll make you beg for my goddamn hands on you.

Tessa Bailey

#65. I like Billy Beane for his idiosyncrasies - that he can't watch the games without getting too emotional, that he often has food down his shirt, that he tends to break a few chairs now and then.These things make him human.

Brad Pitt

#66. It was a thick black leather, stopping at the waist, and definitely not his style. It looked ridiculous with the white tee shirt. "Come on, Tommy. I can't wear this. I look like something from West Side Story." Tommy

Darien Cox

#67. Oh my God, your dad's coming," I repeat. Without thinking, I stick my hands up the front of his shirt and use it to wipe my face. "Is that better?" I ask. "I can't believe you just did that," he says, sounding completely shocked.

Aurora Rose Reynolds

#68. Do you mind?" I looked at him from my upside-down position. The rope tight around my ankle, hands fought a losing battle with gravity over my t-shirt.
"What are you doing here?" He kneeled, hand rested on the crossbow while he dug his mismatched eyes into me.
"Oh, you know... just hanging.

Isabelle Crusoe

#69. When everyone just shook their heads, he unbuttoned his shirt and,
oh good Lord, shrugged out of it, bunching it up to slip beneath her
head like a pillow.
Don't look at him, she told herself. Don't look
She looked.
Sweet Jesus.

Jill Shalvis

#70. Karras showered and then dressed in a T-shirt and trousers. Sitting down to his desk, he discovered a carton of Camel non-filters, and beside it a key that was labeled LANGUAGE LAB and another

William Peter Blatty

#71. People don't ask Jay-Z to take his shirt off when he rhymes,

Janelle Monae

#72. Aidan Kincaid, wearing cargo pants and a dark blue T-shirt with a Search-and-Rescue emblem on the pec, a radio on his hip, looking dusty and hot and tired and sexy as hell.

Jill Shalvis

#73. 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

#74. You can't stalk what's yours", he returned.
I looked at his shirt. "Yes, I suspect that's what all the stalkers say.

Kristen Ashley

#75. I one time tripped on that shit with Cassius for a week on the Thermic." She catches my look. "Well, it was before I met you. And have you ever seen him with his shirt off? Don't tell Sevro, by the way.

Pierce Brown

#76. When he's connected up to your nervous system, you'll be able to make him whistle, hiss, roar, flap his wings, and spit sparks, though it may take a few days to assimilate him into your body picture. Don't be surprised if at first he just burps and looks seasick. Take your shirt off, please.

Samuel R. Delany

#77. I don't like to generalize, but if you see a guy with his shirt tucked into his shorts, he's probably killed three or four children.

Dana Gould

#78. When he got to me, he took the sleeve of his shirt and wiped my tears away. Don't cry.

Alison G. Bailey

#79. Because Joe was standing at the front. He'd changed. White shorts. Green shirt that hid nothing. He was barefoot too. And his feet were sexy as all hell. "Uh,

T.J. Klune

#80. His fingers leave streaks of cold on my skin, invisible to the eye, and I think about wrapping his shirt around my fist and pulling him in to kiss me; I think about pressing myself against him, but I can't, because all our secrets would keep a space between us.

Veronica Roth

#81. Being a good Hans Haacke student, part of his influence on me is that there's no difference between a gallery show and a film - or even an ad and a T-shirt-in terms of cultural legitimacy. They're just different contexts in which to have some sort of communication.

Mike Mills

#82. He put on a short-sleeved white T-shirt and tried not to flex when he checked his reflection in the mirror. Is this what women felt like when they put on miniskirts?

Rainbow Rowell

#83. Percy looked at his friends. I'm getting tired of this guy's shirt.

Rick Riordan

#84. Gods of Olympus." Piper stared at Leo. "What happened to you?"
His hair was greased back. He had welding goggles on his forehead, a lipstick mark on his cheek, tattoos all over his arms, and a T-shirt that read HOT STUFF, BAD BOY, and TEAM LEO.
"Long story," he said.

Rick Riordan

#85. As soon as Tara looked at the skull-and-barbed-wire
tattoo showing beneath the sleeve of Flynn O'Mara's tight t-shirt, she flashed on a jail cell. Bummer. His Dad's in jail

Sharon Sala

#86. I start to unbutton his shirt. "Got to get these clothes off," I mutter. "You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that." Smile. Lopsided. Sexy.

Rick Yancey

#87. Jonah peels off his wet shirt and spreads it out on the ground in the sun. For a second, all Hallelujah can see is his bare skin. She blushes and looks away, not turning back until she hears the zip of his jacket closing. Now he's looking at her. She doesn't know if he caught her staring.

Kathryn Holmes

#88. This is ridiculous, Maggie. I'm going to tell him to put his shirt back on." She gives me an evil eye. "Don't you dare. You'll cause a riot.

Jillian Dodd

#89. Alexander Wang is a young designer, and his style is so profound. He took sports and street and kind of combined it into upscale high fashion. He made a white T-shirt a luxury.

ASAP Ferg

#90. I'm not alone, I think. Carmichael's height, his black T-shirt, black jeans, and dark hair feel like a protective wall beside me. But I am alone. I am completely alone.

Amanda Maciel

#91. I can't even tell you how good it felt to see him. It felt even better when he reached through the metal grate, wrapped his fingers around the front of my shirt, dragged me forward, and kissed me through the bars.
"Sorry" he said-only not looking to sorry, if you know what I mean.

Meg Cabot

#92. I always shout out my dad. My artistic roots come from him. He had his own T-shirt company and taught me the trade.

ASAP Ferg

#93. He wasn't just beautiful; he was ... enthralling. He was the kind of guy who made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions. I looked at him in his civilized, urbane, outrageously expensive suit and thought of raw, primal, sheet-clawing fucking.

Sylvia Day

#94. And these?" I crooned as I fingered his nipple rings.
"Something of a souvenir from Fiji."
"You couldn't just get a t-shirt?

Priscilla West

#95. A too tight white shirt," she continued as though he hadn't interrupted, "strained across a great chest, really great biceps, and his head under the hood of the car, a little sweaty, a little messy, a lot handy."

"You sound like a pimp.

Lauren Layne

#96. You're the SOA agent I grabbed by the scruff of his shirt outside the Williams house. I don't remember your name." "My name is Richard." "Can I call you Dick? You look like a Dick.

Steve McHugh

#97. What would you do if she wanted me?"
His hand clenched tight in Six's shirt. "She can't have you. Not tonight."
"Possessive, aren't you?"
"She can't have you." The words ripped free of him again, rough and raw. "Maybe not ever.

Kit Rocha

#98. My eyes swept down to his soft black t-shirt that read: "don't do school, eat your drugs, stay in vegetables".

R.S. Grey

#99. I grabbed his shirt, stopping him. He looked down at me mildly confused. I hesitated, and then smiled nervously. "Stay with me. Just for a little while. I don't want to be alone." I hated to admit that I was scared, but I was. I felt safe with him, and I didn't want to lose that feeling. He

Ella Price

#100. I'm not afraid of you, Roarke."
"Aren't you?" He moved closer, curling his hands on the lapels of her shirt. "What do you think will happen if you step over the line?"
"Too much," she murmured.

J.D. Robb