On the other side of the thick entry door was a sitting room with lush wine colored carpet.
Romas had tossed her in bed more than once over the past three months, though he had stopped lecturing her on how unbecoming a lush was to a man looking for a wife.
She glanced around the lush hills.
Protected from the harsh winter storms, the valley was already lush and green.
Still exhausted, he sat next to Dan in the helo that transported them from the medical facility to the lush green foothills of the Rockies.
The lush Scottish Highlands around him were covered in a blanket of snow that stretched for miles, the white world interrupted only by a few narrow roads snaking in different directions.
Three stories tall, the old mill stood picturesquely at the edge of the river, an old metal one-lane bridge at one side beckoned travelers to visit the lush pastures on the other side.
She was as pliant as she had been in his arms the night before, her lush frame nestled against his.
She gazed up at him with angry eyes, and he stepped forward until her lush little body was pinned by his to the wall.
Her shape was firm but lush and had fit in his arms with her shoulders settling between his when he'd held her outside of the house.