The Fashion of Love | Adult F/M Romance [COMPLETE]

ch. 39 - July

Not an hour later, Sora stepped onto the uppermost deck of the yacht to find Ravi watching the horizon.

"You look happy."

He turned his back on the waves to welcome her over.

"I'm sailing on the open water with the woman I love. What's not to be happy about?"

"I could probably think of something."

"Not here. This is nature. Let is make you happy. Let me do that."

"What if I want to be the one to make you happy?"

"You already are. Keep doing what you're doing."

"I'll do you one better. Meet me below deck."

"I'll bring champagne."

"I'll bring me."

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...

Sora returned to the main cabin in her short terrycloth robe to find Ravi pouring champagne for both of them. Pity we won't get to drink it.

"You always take care of me. You've been piecing my heart and my trust back together since you came home. Let me take some of the load off your shoulders."

"How do you propose to do that?"

"Get undressed and I'll show you."

Ravi unfastened the buttons of his Henley and pulled it over his head. She didn't care where it landed when he tossed it away from them.

"I'm feeling better already."

Sora fingered the open neckline of her robe.

"That makes my job easier, but I guess that means I can't justify taking this off." She tightened the tie. "Oh, well."

Pulling her against him, he growled against the side of her neck, "Off. Now."

"Is this robe bothering you? Do you plan to do something about it?"

He stroked the underside of her chin. "Je vais vous faire hurler pour moi."

Sora did love a man who was good with his tongue.

"Thoughts?"

"Translation?"

"I'm going to make you scream for me." He lifted her onto the bar. "Je vais vous faire hurler pour moi. Think you can remember that?"

"I might need a reminder."

"I got your reminder."

Ravi pulled the toe on her robe and slipped down to his knees.

Sora really did love a man who was good with his tongue.

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...

Sated and frankly exhausted, Sora splayed herself across Ravi's body just for something to hold onto. The ocean was still but Sora felt sure her sea legs had deserted her entirely. Ravi planting kisses across the plane of shoulders wasn't helping for all that they felt heavenly on her heated skin. The ocean air was a beautiful thing. It felt almost as good blowing over her as he did breathing under her.

Based on his wandering hands, Ravi didn't seem to mind.

"Am I the luckiest man in the world or am I?"

"Am I the luckiest woman?"

"Jury's out on that."

He kissed her temple and tangled their legs together as they lay on the half-concealed forward deck. They were dressed enough for the weather, if less than enough for decency, but Sora's mind wasn't on anything decent at this hour. The stars were peeking out from behind wispy clouds. The moon was making an appearance as the night fell, and Sora had Ravi. The problems of Los Angeles seemed very far away this far out into the ocean.