Page 37 of Cocky Cruiser

Blinking in surprise a few times, I furrowed my brows. “What do you mean? You were already in Australia when we met.”

He sighed. “Yeah, I know. I was thinking about canceling the cruise and just hanging out in Melbourne with Colin for a couple of weeks. I needed to get away, but the thought of going on the cruise alone made me sick.”

“Why not ask Colin or your parents to go with you? Why me?” I asked.

Cohen chuckled, running a hand through his damp, messy hair. “I don’t know, guppie. There’s just something about you.”

Our eyes met, and I couldn’t help but smile. Cohen was making me feel things I’d never felt with anyone else, and I wanted more of him—as much as I could get.

After staring in each other’s eyes for several seconds, I felt my cheeks heat, and I glanced down at my hands in my lap. “Thank you.”

When we got back to the suite, the first thing Cohen did was grab his wallet and take Cara’s list out. He unfolded it and smoothed the creased paper out on the table.

He stared down at it for a few seconds, and I wondered what was going through his head. I didn’t want to assume or say the wrong thing, so I just placed my hand on his back and rubbed, hoping to give him some comfort and reassurance.

He exhaled a weighted breath before checking the swim with dolphins off Cara’s list. We stood there in silence for several moments, both staring down at the paper.

“You okay?” I asked.

He nodded. “It’s kinda bittersweet, you know? With each thing I check off, I feel both happy and sad at the same time.” He paused, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “As I get closer to completing her list, I feel like I’m losing what I have left of her, yet on the other hand, I feel proud for carrying out her wishes.”

Seeing Cohen so raw and vulnerable made my chest tighten and stomach knot. I wanted to comfort him, but I didn’t want to overstep. “I think what you’re feeling is completely understandable. This list is important to you and the last memento you have of Cara, so of course, you’re going to have varied feelings associated with it.”

Cohen looked away from the paper for the first time since he’d taken it out. He searched my eyes, and I worried I’d said too much when he didn’t say anything for several seconds.

His gaze was intense, and his eyes said so much that he didn’t need to say anything out loud. In an instant, he was crushing his lips to mine and grabbing my ass to lift me.

My legs instinctively wrapped around Cohen’s waist as he backed me up against the wall. His hardened shaft pressed against my aching core, and I gasped in his mouth.

I felt his lips curve up in a smirk as he pulled my tank top over my head, then tugged his own shirt off. His mouth was back on mine within seconds, then he went to work on untying my bikini.

Sometimes I felt like Cohen used sex with me to escape his feelings and not because he truly wanted me. The thought stung my pride a little, but it wasn’t going to stop me. At that point, I wanted as much of Cohen as I could get, no matter what his motives were. I’d felt empty inside since my assault, and he made me feel alive again.

I quickly loosened the drawstring on Cohen’s swim trunks, and he shoved them down his legs. Then he set me down to unbutton my shorts, and I quickly shimmied out of them and kicked them off.

His hands gripped my ass again as he lifted me and pressed me against the wall. The position he had me in aroused me more, and I loved it when he dominated me.

Cohen’s cock rubbed between my slick folds as he nipped and sucked on my breasts. Tipping my head back against the wall, I moaned in need.

He growled against my breast before taking my nipple between his teeth and tugging. I gasped from the sensation, my sex clenching with want. “Cohen, please.”

We’d had sex so often that condoms had become an afterthought, which probably wasn’t the most responsible, but we usually got carried away so quickly that neither of us cared anymore. I had an IUD, so I wasn’t too concerned about not using protection.

After a few torturous seconds, I felt him press against my entrance. I bit down on my bottom lip as he slowly filled me, stretching me inch by glorious inch.

“Oh, God,” I groaned once he had fully seated himself inside me.

“Fuck, you’re so damn wet,” he said as he pinned my hands above my head. “Always so fucking wet for me.”

Capturing my mouth with his, he began to pound me against the wall. In the position he had me in, I felt completely exposed, yet I’d never been so turned on.

The walls shook with each of Cohen’s thrusts, and his grip on my wrists tightened. He nipped at my bottom lip before taking it between his teeth and biting down. I involuntarily clenched around him from the painful pleasure, and Cohen growled. “I love when that pussy squeezes my cock, baby; like it’s begging for more.”

If I could speak, I would beg for more. But Cohen had a way of fucking me senseless to where I couldn’t do anything but moan. My mind was so overwhelmed with lust that I couldn’t form a coherent sentence if I tried.

Cohen slowed his pace and moved his lips to my jaw, nipping and kissing along the curve of my face down my neck to my collarbone. I hissed as he bit the thin skin there, tightening my legs around his waist.

I almost whimpered when he stopped and set me down, but before I had the chance, he spun me around, spread my legs, and slammed into me from behind. I gasped from the sensation as he pressed me against the wall, caging my wrists between his hand above my head again.

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