“Look how the water is a lighter blue around the islands,” he said.
“Yes,” said Carla Sue.
A lock of blond hair brushed against his cheek. He stole a glance at her and suddenly felt a giddy sense of ownership, as if all of this woman—the long legs, the blond hair, the lips shaped like Cupid’s bow and red as a valentine—were his for the taking.
All the talk in the world don’ mean nada, Freddy’s voice said in his ear.
He pulled Carla Sue to his body, locked one leg behind her knees, and pressed his lips against hers.
Just get her started and don’ worry.