“I think about it every time I drive by that motel outside of town. I think about the sounds you made. The expressions on your face. And how even after you left, the sheets smelled like you. Don’t you think about that night, too?” Karli whimpers, the needy sound shooting to my groin. My fingers toy with the hem of her skirt as her body sways forward, pressing against mine. God, she smells nice. And she’s soft, too. “What if I told you, you’re the woman I want, Karli? Not someone else. You.”
