Even though her skin now had a healthy tan, the sun was doing its best to burn it.
In all his years, he hadn't found anything as soothing to his nerves as a woman's silky skin, heady scent, and warm body.
Her skin was already covered with dust.
She scrubbed her skin rosy for nearly an hour and finally abandoned the attempt to remove the guilt.
Jule's eyes were closed and his skin clammy.
Damian felt the unusual urge to look in on her again, to feel her soft skin against him once more and make sure she was safe.
He reached out to take the hourglass, grazing her skin in the act.
A part of her still longed for him, to smell him and feel his skin against hers.
Talon looked her up and down in a way that made her skin crawl before he took her arm.
He reminded her of an ancient Greek god, his cold, hard beauty magnified by his sun-kissed skin and dark blond hair.
The only skin not covered was his face and part of his neck, both of which were channeled and knotted by scars.
His skin was golden, his wide back muscled, lean and defined down to the slender hips and waist.
Her skin was caramel, her long brown hair falling in fat ringlets around her elfin features.
She was toned and curvy, her skin as soft as her voice.
She still looked fatigued, with dark circles under her eyes and skin pale beneath the caramel.
Her skin was cold; she was in shock.
Desire rose hot and fast in him, more so when he felt the cool tickle of her power, the combination of cool energy and warm skin making his blood race.
The cool rain felt good against his hot skin, and he stood in the dark walkway between the gym and the house, soothed by the storm.
His scent still lingered on her skin, even though she'd taken a shower earlier.
Her skin smelled of their lovemaking, her hair and the sheets of him.
She brushed one of the frozen women trapped in time on the sidewalk, surprised to feel her warm skin and the brush of the wool suit.
He closed his eyes, feeling her warm breath and soft skin against his again.
Before long, she was drenched and chilled, her skin crawling from the bridled charged energy of the storm.
The youth's eyes were wide and bright, his skin flushed with health.
His skin and senses crawled with the sensations of being surrounded by vamps.
His skin was colder than snow, the power radiating off him like an arctic breeze.
Cocoa skin, soulful dark eyes, exotic features, and brilliant tattoos over his exposed, muscular arms.
Almond-shaped green eyes were large and expressive while her skin was touched with honey.
His skin was soft despite his strength, a combination the woman in her found appealing.
Removing the blood, she found every part of his exposed skin was covered in the colorful tattoos.
She wanted more of Jule's magic caressing her from the inside, and his soft skin caressing her on the outside.
And should your Serene Highness require a man who will not spare his skin, please think of me....
Bilibin wrinkled up the skin over his eyebrows and pondered, with a smile on his lips.
Bilibin puckered his skin in preparation for something witty.
A little ahead of them walked a peasant guide, wet to the skin and wearing a gray peasant coat and a white knitted cap.
A practitioner took a scab from someone with a mild case, made an incision in the skin of a healthy person, and infected that person with the scab.
For instance: Imagine all people with skin cancer voluntarily shared their Digital Echo files on an anonymous basis.
With skin cancer, like all diseases, over time some people get better and some people get worse, and often we really don't know why.
Now, you don't know if the radishes make the people get better or if something that makes people crave radishes also beats back skin cancer.
Smart creams that let your skin absorb an optimal amount of sunlight.
I will probably absorb vitamins through my skin as my shirt detects I need them.
Yesterday Helen took off her clothes and sat in her skin all the afternoon.