His hand landed on her again, slapping against the damp curls that shielded it.

She laughed and dragged her fingers through her damp curls.

He sighed at the first touch of damp curls against his aroused flesh.

He gently touched his fingers to the damp curls, then forced himself to straighten.

Idalia smiled, and reached out to tug at his damp curls.

Fringes of hair were clinging in damp curls around her face.

She pushed her damp curls from her face, and went to open the french doors to let in what wind there was tonight.

He bent over and brushed back the damp curls.

"I could do anything now," he muttered into Angela's damp blond curls.

A swirl of damp, golden curls and a flashing smile filled the display.