Page 56 of Cocky Cruiser

“Do you trust me?” Cohen asked between kisses on my lips. He stopped and locked eyes with me as he waited for my response.

My heart was racing as I gripped his shoulders tightly, my legs locked around his waist. I’d known Cohen for less than a month, but I did trust him. I knew he wouldn’t let me fall. “Yes.”

A smile curved his lips right before he pressed them to mine again, consuming me. He guided his cock to my opening and slid inside me.

I groaned as he filled me, digging my nails in his shoulders. He started to pump slowly, taking his time as if trying to savor every moment we had left together.

My emotions began to war within me. I was feeling so many things at once—passion, happiness, loss, regret—and the connection between us intensified every single one.

There was so much I wanted to say to Cohen, but I couldn’t get the words past my lips. I didn’t want to ruin the moment by baring my soul to him and not having him reciprocate. Instead, I tried to bury them, focusing on the perfect feel of our bodies together—the sound of our heavy breaths and moans filling the air around us, the feel of our skin pressed together, the smell of my arousal, and the heady, masculine scent that embodied Cohen.

Cohen supported my back with one of his hands and my neck with the other, holding me close to him. He peppered kisses along my jawline down my neck as he continued to languidly thrust in and out of me.

Even though I was trying not to focus on my emotions, the sensuality and tenderness of the sex we were having made it difficult not to. I could feel tears prickling the back of my eyes as I fought to keep my feelings at bay.

My chest was tight as Cohen brought me closer and closer to climax with every deep thrust, each murmured word of lust, and every press of his lips and brush of his skin against mine.

At that moment, there was no denying it anymore. I was in love with Cohen.

You weren’t supposed to get attached, Adele. You stupid, stupid fool.

A tear trickled down my cheek as Cohen’s grip on me tightened. He pumped harder, increasing his pace, and within seconds, I was screaming in ecstasy as I came undone.

As stars exploded behind my lids, I felt him still, groaning my name as he filled me with his release.

He leaned his forehead against mine, panting heavily as he held me. “Fuck, I’m going to miss that.”

I felt sick to my stomach. Why didn’t he want to continue things with me? Why didn’t he feel the same about me as I did about him? “Me too,” I whispered.

I couldn’t bear to be held like that by him any longer. Not when he was holding me like he loved me when he didn’t. Pushing against him, I unlocked my legs from around his waist and slid off the balcony railing. “I should get cleaned up,” I said.

I turned to go back inside the hotel room without waiting for his response. “Hey,” he called out after me, grabbing me by the wrist. “Is everything okay?”

Before I turned to face him, I inhaled deeply to push back the tears threatening to surface. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I lied, forcing a smile as I looked up at him.

His lips formed a thin line as he narrowed his eyes at me. “You don’t look fine. I’ve never seen you this way before.”

Yeah, well you’ve never broken my heart before.

“Talk to me, guppie. Tell me what’s wrong,” he said, brushing my wild hair out of my face.

I sighed. There was no resisting when it came to Cohen. He made me weak. “I just don’t want us to end.”

His face softened as he cupped my cheek. “I don’t either.”

“Then what are we doing, Cohen?” I asked exasperated. “What happens tomorrow?”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “I don’t want to think about tomorrow. I want to make the most of right now.”

It would be so easy to just go along with what he said, but I couldn’t anymore. The cruise was over, and it was time to address where things were going between us. I couldn’t just live in the moment like him without thinking about what the future held. “But you don’t want more with me after this? You just want to go our separate ways?”

Cohen searched my eyes for several seconds. “No, I don’t. But how are things supposed to work out between us? I live in Vegas; you live in California. I can’t leave Vegas because of my restaurants, and I’m not going to ask you to uproot your life to be with me.”

For someone who thought so much, I hadn’t given much thought to the how part of a relationship with Cohen. “People do long-distance relationships all the time,” I pointed out. “We could make it work if we really wanted to.”

One corner of his mouth quirked up as he held my gaze. “You really want to do that?”

“Yes,” I replied with a nod. “We met for a reason. I think it would be a slap in the face to fate if we didn’t at least see if there’s something there between us.”

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