The scent of his skin triggered more memories than I could count.

That brought him close enough for her to catch the scent of his skin.

She could smell the warm male scent of his skin.

Maybe just in the scent of his skin, or the memory of a touch.

He bent close, and breathed in the scent of her skin.

I liked the scent of her fresh warm skin and supposed it unique.

The scent of his skin would lull her to sleep.

She took a shallow breath and yet the scent of his skin reached her.

But most of my thoughts were the scent of Richard's skin.

He drew in the scent of her skin and water.