"So, tell me something about Naomi that I can't find on the internet." Sin's arm went around my shoulders as he made himself more comfortable.
We'd already ordered dinner and were casually sipping our drinks. I didn't drink alcohol during the season, so I settled on a sweet tea while Sin had a beer. His cologne had me swimmingin desire that had me crossing my legs. When we met up at the gym, we didn't really get deep into conversation because I was in my zone. Plus, I had my Beats on, so if he did say something, I only heard him in between the songs changing.
"I'm not surprised you looked me up," I admitted.
He grinned. "Had to. You had me from the moment you looked at me."
Face heating, I glanced away. PJ seemed to be staring dead at me from her seat in the booth across from me. When they first sat down, Zoo sat across from PJ. Now, Zoo sat next to PJ. Whatever they were talking about had PJ irritated.
"I wanna know everything about you," he continued, breaking my gaze away from PJ.
"Sorry, but I'm a pretty boring person outside basketball."
Sin's fingers touched my lips. "That grill tells a different story."
Playing off the fact that his touch sent electricity through my face all the way to the soles of my feet, I rolled my eyes.
"Lemme guess," I stated. "A woman shouldn't have such things in her mouth."
As Vick's mother's voice resurfaced, I cleared my throat.
"There are plenty of things that look good in a woman's mouth..."
My eyes were glued to Sin's lips as he licked them. He didn't miss a spot, moistening his luscious soul snatchers. I knew they were soul snatchers because just gazing at them had my mind gone.
"... however, I fuckin' love ya grill. That shit is sexy."
Sin's comments knocked me back into reality.
"Huh?" Confusion lined my forehead. I couldn't have heard him correctly.
He offered a mischievous smile and leaned into me. With his eyes boring into mine, he pecked my lips, causing them to tingle.
"When you mugged me the first time we saw each other, you made a nigga hard as fuck. I couldn't let you get away so easily. No one's ever gotten to me that way," he confessed.
Tilting my head, I questioned, "So, this is about me making your dick hard and not about you getting to know me?"
His eyes never wavered from mine as he said, "My dick doesn't jump for just anybody, baby, especially not off sight alone. It takes a lot to stimulate me."
"If so, how did I stimulate you? As you said, all you did was look at me." Why was I even entertaining his line of conversation? We hadn't had our first dinner, yet we were discussing his dick.
When he bit his lip in restraint, I knew whatever came out of his mouth would ruin me for the rest of the night.
Sin's lids slid lower, covering his brown eyes as he exhaled, which really sounded like a moan. "I imagined that slick mouth, what it tasted like, and what it could do to me." Several seconds later, his lids slid open, and his heated gaze found mine. "But, anyway, this isjustdinner, so wassup? Tell me what made you get the grill."
His abrupt change in subjects had me blinking to clear my head.
"Uhm... It was a dare." I downed half of my sweet tea to squelch the heat rising in my chest.
"A dare?"
"Yep," I confirmed.
"Elaborate," he prompted.
Sighing, I really didn't want to tell him how I ended up with my grill because I hated admitting I'd lost a game.
"This dude from—"
