He grew chill with the air moving over damp skin.

She pulled a fresh tunic on over her damp skin, and sealed it up the front.

What a beautiful way to make a child, she thought, running her fingers over her damp skin.

Her damp skin was chill, but she felt so good.

He continued to hold his hand there, against her smooth damp skin, above her dark glasses.

Her hands slid off his damp skin, rapped hard on the wooden floor.

He was still breathing hard and his damp skin was gray.

Cecilia pressed her lips to the damp skin of his throat.

Her hot, damp skin hungered for the cool water of the stream.

When they sat up he heard the strange unpeeling sound of damp skin.