His hands itched to rip the damned thing off her.

My hands itched to be on the controls, to be doing something.

His hands, I thought, are itching to pick up that torch.

Her own hands itched where the blisters never quite had time to heal.

He enjoyed talking to her, but his hands itched to hold her.

His hands itched to trace the sunlight in her hair.

His hands itched to cut just the hair from the warrior.

Her hands itched to touch his face, but she kept them both firmly tucked away.

His hand itched to slap the complacent look off her face.

Conan's hand itched to pull his sword, but he remained still.