Hands Quote by Truman Capote

As his other hand began to slip around her waist, his body brushed against hers, and there was no mistaking the thick, hard ridge…

— Karen Marie Moning

Who has not felt the beauty of a woman's arm? The unspeakable suggestions of tenderness that lie in the dimpled elbow, and all the…

— George Eliot

“she was as unused to seeing tenderness in a man's eyes as she was to being caught off guard. Admiration? Amusement? Yes. Even desire.…

— Connie Brockway

“She nudged his arm to wash under it, where his dark hair grew in a swirl. Where the scent of his masculinity was the…

— Elizabeth Hoyt

“Her curvy hips and small waist, her perfectly sized breasts and round ass are imploring me to corrupt every inch of her. Her decadent…

— Ella Dominguez

She put out her hand and touched his forearm, as she would have touched some piece of porcelain or sculpture, just for the sheer…

— Rosamunde Pilcher

“while the rest of the show continued, she made her round of the boxes. There, on request, she knelt before a man, unbuttoned his…

— Anaïs Nin

But then she was not awkward, she was slow-flowing, graceful, seductive - a seductiveness that had nothing to do with breast and hips and…

— Bernhard Schlink

She put both her hands on his shoulders and gazed at him long, with a deep look of ecstasy and yet searchingly. She scrutinized…

— Leo Tolstoy

“They walked on rather aimlessly. He hoped she wouldn't notice he was touched, because he wouldn't have known how to explain why. Here lay…

— Patrick White

Galen cupped her cheek with his uninjured hand, his thumb caressing the rise of satin-covered bone. She trembled, but didn’t pull away.

— Gena Showalter

“She emerged moments later in one of those flimsy little nightgowns, and all the thoughts went right out of his damn head. Well, apparently…

— Sarah J. Maas