Thinking back to the All-Star Weekend, I couldn't believe it was all a blur now. That weekend had been special to me. It was the first time I admitted to myself that I had fallen for Sin.
Speaking of Sin, he was all over me. At every turn, his hands were on me, touching some part of me. He made me feel sexy as fuck. Although his hands were on a mission to feel me up, his eyes told the story of a man in deep adoration for the woman in his view.
I could say that me wearing this off-the-shoulder, slinky black dress brought out a different side of him, but this man was always the same — touchy and hella passionate. Even if I was in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, his eyes and hands caressed me. Tonight, he just seemed — different. Like something was on his mind.
"You okay, Baby?" I asked him.
His arm, which was around my neck, pulled me closer. He kissed my ear. Sin smelled so good and looked even better in his black, tailored, designer tux.
"I'm perfect, Sweetheart. You good?"
Nodding, I said, "You seem in your head is all."
Sin's grin was sweet. "In my head about you." He tweaked my chin and brought my lips to his.
"Is that good or bad?" I questioned. We'd been so close over the months that I saw no one but him. I was expecting something to slow us down, and I hated that feeling.
His grin deepened. "I'm thinking about all the ways I'ma destroy ya pussy tonight."
I turned so red, I was about to catch on fire.
"I'm thinkin' about all the faces you gon' make while you're cummin' on my dick. I'm also thinkin' about the sounds you gon' make while I'm breaking you the fuck down."
My breathing was shallow, and my thighs shook a little. Between my legs, moisture clung to me. Hell, the area under my titties started sweating from the heat of Sin's gaze.
"So, in other words, you're gon' fuck me up?" I breathlessly questioned.
Sin winked and replied, "We gon' fuck each other up. Is that okay with you?"
My expression gave him his answer. "You sure nothing else is on your mind?"
This time when his lips touched my ear, he said, "I'm about to run to the restroom. By the time I get back, I want that doubt outcha' eyes and ya voice. Cool?"
Snickering, I said, "Okay."
Before leaving the table, he blessed me with a soul-stirring kiss. My man was so sexy tonight. Many eyes were on his tall frame as he waded through the crowd toward the restroom. Damn. Sin really had me so deep in love that I hated to feel like he would hurt me at some point.
"Damn, Naomi," a voice I could've gone the rest of my life without hearing, sounded beside me.
Snatching my gaze his way, I glared at Vick, who took it upon himself to ease into Sin's seat. "Leave," I demanded without preamble.
Vick's looks hadn't changed a bit. He paled in comparison to Sin, which had me wondering what made me see him as that nigga.
"I just came to say you look fine as hell. I've never seen you in a dress, so I had to come over here and pay you some compliments."
"You could've kept them to yourself. Your compliments are not wanted nor needed." What was he even doing here?
As if he read my mind, I followed his gaze to Fallon, who stood in a circle of other players, laughing at something one of them said.
"Things aren't serious with us just yet," he said.
Tilting my head back, I asked, "Oh, did I seem to care?"
He sheepishly shrugged.
"I asked you to leave."
"I wanna say sor-—"
