He moved his hand down the long line of her neck.

He ran a finger down the long line of her neck and across one shoulder.

I bared the long smooth line of his neck.

He ran his fingertips down from one small flat ear, following the line of her neck and shoulder.

The line of her neck was beautiful, her shoulders perfect.

How her twisted position revealed the line of her neck.

Even now, the long solid line of his neck beckoned to me.

I could clearly see the line of her long neck, the hollow between the collarbones.

His hand swept up the line of my neck, as his face bent toward me.

But he found himself tracing the line of her neck with his finger.