Naughty Angel (Sexy Nerd Boys #2)

by K. M. Neuhold

  I blush bright red and bust out laughing. As my laughter dies down our eyes meet and we both go still. He runs his tongue along his lower lip and my breath hitches.

  “Can I ask you a question?” I ask, feeling the heat creep into my cheeks as I stare mesmerized at his lips.

  “Of course, Angel.”

  “Do you...I mean...How much...uh…” I stammer desperately over my words.

  “Spit it out, Angel.” Asher’s mouth quirks up in a grin.

  His hand reaches out and ghosts along my hip, lighting a fire in its wake.

  “Is it normal to think a lot about sex?” I finally ask in a rush.

  Asher’s deep blue eyes smolder.

  “Define ‘a lot’.”

  “Constantly,” I whisper breathlessly.

  “You’re killing me here, sweetheart.”

  Every cell in my body demands that I lean forward and taste his lips. He leans in a fraction of an inch and I can’t resist a second longer. I close the gap between us and tentatively brush my lips against his. A jolt of electricity runs through my body at the brief contact.

  The problem is, I don’t know where to go from here. Just as I’m about to pull back and wallow in humiliation Asher moves a hand to the back of my head and presses his lips more firmly to mine.

  He tangles his fingers in my hair. I feel his tongue run against the seam of my lips and I part them to allow him access. Oh my gosh, I’m actually making out with a guy. And, not just any freaking guy, the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.

  My tongue brushes his lip ring and I try to remember what Hadley told me to do with it. Lick it, suck it, bite it. God she’d better be right. I tongue the small hoop tentatively and then suck it into my mouth grazing my teeth gently along it. I could drown in the taste of his lips. Asher moans into my mouth and I make a mental note to thank Hadley. I take his tongue deep into my mouth and I can feel his touch throughout my entire body, especially my tingly lady parts. I move my hands up under his shirt and graze the tight muscles of his stomach.

  Asher pulls back and I let out an involuntary whimper. He chuckles and then pulls his shirt over his head before hungrily claiming my lips again.

  He rolls me onto my back and hovers over me. I meet his tongue with mine and push against it roughly. I hook my arms around his neck and do my best to pull him even closer, feeling that it’s impossible to get as close as I want to be. Asher's fingers graze the skin on my lower stomach sending a shiver through me. He moves his hand slowly south and begins toying with the button on my jeans. My muscles tense and I pull back sharply.

  “No, stop,” I gasp nervously.

  He looks down at me with concern. He’s breathing hard and his hair is disheveled, a thrill zings through me at the knowledge that I did that to him.

  “Stop completely or just don’t take this any further?” He asks breathlessly.

  I know I should say ‘stop completely’. I know everyone told me that messing with Asher is like playing with fire. But, right now I don’t care how badly I get burned.

  “No further,” I say finally before crashing my lips back into his.

  I run my tongue along his lip ring again, toying with it until I elicit a moan from him.

  “Fuck, I thought you were inexperienced Angel,” He mutters as he kisses his way down my jaw and then along my neck.

  “I...I am. This is my…ooh,” I gasp as he gently grazes my neck with his teeth.

  Oh yeah, he really knows how to get my lady parts all revved up.

  “Your what?” He asks pulling back to look down at me.

  “First kiss,” I admit blushing furiously.

  Asher’s eyebrows jump up and his lips part slightly.

  “You’re joking.”

  I shake my head ‘no’ and blush furiously. Well, that was fun while it lasted, now I’m just the weird girl who has no experience. He’s not going to want to continue this.

  His eyes glaze with a desperate, hungry look. He kisses me again, gently at first and then more intensely.

  We kiss until my lips are sore. And then, we lay facing each other with our legs tangled together and Asher’s shirt still discarded somewhere. I run my fingers along a tattoo across his chest that looks like a bunch of molecules.

  “What does it mean?” I ask.

  “It’s spells out ‘I am star stuff’ in amino acids that the human body is made of,” He explains.

  “Just like you told me at the planetarium.”

  He kisses gently along my jaw again and I snuggle into his chest. He strokes my hair tenderly.

  “This is one of those moments that’s so perfect it makes you a little sad because you know it has to end eventually,” I murmur against his chest.

  “I couldn’t agree more Angel,” He whispers, as if he speaks too loudly it’ll ruin the moment. “Thank you, by the way.”

  “For what?”

  “For letting me be your first kiss,” He says with a painful honesty in his voice.

  Asher

  Eve snores quietly in my arms and my chest actually hurts at how beautiful she is. Her hair's a mess and her lips are swollen. A sense of primal male pride fills me knowing that I did those things to her. I can think of a hell of a lot of other things I’d like to do to her, too. My dick swells at the thought. I’ve been hard as steel since the moment we lay facing each other, right before the kiss.

  How the fuck did I get so damn lucky to be her first kiss? I know she had strict parents and everything but she’s been dating that doucherocket for a month. I figured they had to be fooling around. I guess I just can’t figure out, why me?

  I probably shouldn’t let myself get too excited, she’s only slumming, it after all. She just broke up with Preppy Mcdouchebag, and I’m nothing more than a momentary lapse in judgment. I’m the exciting bad boy who she can forget to be herself around.

  I think I deflowered at least half the girls in my high school graduating class. But, as soon as they realized I looked way better in the back seat of a car than I do going home to meet mom and dad, suddenly they’re dating some jock and pretending that they still have their v-card.

  But, hell, that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy whatever the hell this is with Eve, until she comes to her senses. There’s no way in hell I’m going to take her virginity though, not unless it means something more than just a dirty secret we share.

  Chapter 11

  Asher

  I blink the sleep from my eyes and reach for Eve beside me.

  “Sorry I fell asleep on you. You could have woken me if you wanted to leave,” She apologizes sleepily.

  Wanted to leave? Is she crazy?

  “It was no problem, your bed's really comfortable,” I assure her with a laugh. That, and nothing in life has compared to sleeping with her tiny form tucked protectively against my body.

  “I’m going to go take a shower. Will you still be here when I get done?”

  “Sure, if that’s what you want.”

  I don’t want to make any assumptions. Maybe she’s hoping I’ll get the hell out of here so she can start kicking herself for kissing someone so far beneath her.

  “Yes, please stay. We can go to breakfast?” She nervously toys with the hem of her shirt.

  “Sounds good. And hey, if you have any trouble in the shower just shout, I can come help you out,” I offer with a wink.

  She blushes bright red and wiggles out of my arms. She gathers up some clothes and a towel and slips out into the hallway to go to the bathroom. I look over at her roommate's side of the room. It looks like she never came home last night.

  I do my best not to picture Eve naked and soapy but that’s nearly impossible and I’m hard again in seconds. Fuck that girl does something to me that I just can’t escape.

  I wonder if I can kiss her again. Was that meant only as a one time thing last night? Does she regret it? Before I can spend any more time pondering the situation Eve returns. Her hair hangs damp on her shoulders. She’s wearing tight jeans and a sligh
tly baggy v-neck shirt that shows off a generous amount of cleavage. I think my mouth might actually start to water. I rise from the bed and stand in front of her only a few inches separating us.

  Will she be mad if I kiss her? She licks her lips and I involuntarily reach for her hips, pulling her against me. She lets out a shaky breath. Fuck it, she can be mad, but I need to taste her lips again.

  I tilt her head up and bring my lips down to hers tentatively weary of a rebuff. But, to my surprise, she parts her lips immediately to deepen the kiss.

  She tastes like minty toothpaste and I suddenly realize I haven’t brushed my teeth yet. I pull back and smile sheepishly at her.

  “Sorry, I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

  “I don’t care,” She says getting up on her tiptoes to meet my lips once more.

  This girl is going to be the death of me and I honestly don’t even mind. Her stomach growls loudly and we both pull back laughing.

  “Breakfast?”

  She nods and smiles at me shyly, a faint pink in her cheeks from our kiss.

  We go to the dinner a few blocks off campus and both order french toast.

  “I want to ask you something,” Eve says sipping her orange juice as we wait for our food. Her cheeks go pink again and she casts her gaze downward.

  This ought to be good.

  “Sure.” I nod to encourage her to go on.

  She chews her bottom lip for a moment and continues to look anywhere but at me.

  “I was, um, wondering if maybe...you could...kind of, I don’t know...sort of…” She stammers.

  “Just spit it out already, Angel,” I laugh.

  “Critique my kissing.” She goes from pink to deep red. “I mean, since it was my first time, and I don’t want to be some freak who doesn’t know how to kiss correctly. So, maybe you could kind of, give me some pointers based on the experience,” She rambles on until I reach across the table and rest my hand on hers in an attempt to calm her nerves.

  “You want my honest opinion?” I try to conceal my smile and appear somber.

  She nods furiously and finally meets my gaze.

  “A+, Angel. You were hesitant at first, which is to be expected. But, to most guys, myself included, that can be a turn on itself. It’s a reminder you haven’t been out there hooking up with every guy you’ve come across. And, your work with my lip ring, mmmm.”

  I have to stop to take a deep breath. Would Eve be as skilled working around my other piercings as she was with my lip ring? My cock immediately comes to life, very interested in my train of thought. With a shake of my head I force myself to focus on the conversation at hand.

  “I can’t tell you the number of girls I’ve kissed who fumble around it trying to figure out what to do.”

  “Really? I mean, you’re not just trying to be nice?”

  “I’m not just trying to be nice,” I assure her. “But, if you feel that you could use more practice before you test your skills out in the field I’d be happy to be your test subject,” I say, only half joking. In fact, the idea of her out kissing guys all over campus makes me queasy.

  Her eyes rake over me in a curious manner like she’s trying to assess the validity of the offer.

  “Maybe that wouldn’t be the worst idea.” She casts her gaze downward again.

  Come again?

  “I mean, it would just be one friend helping out another friend. Right?”

  “I’m sorry, what?” I must be dreaming right now.

  “I mean, if you were serious about the offer. You’re my friend, and I trust you. I’m eighteen years old and I have less experience than the average fourteen year old. I think maybe that it wouldn’t be a bad idea for me to get some experience with someone who I can trust not to push me too far, too fast. You know, as a friend.”

  There’s that word again, Friend.

  “And, what would we tell people?”

  “I don’t see why it would be anyone’s business.”

  “So you want to be what? Friends with benefits?”

  Story of my fucking life. I should've known this would turn out just like all the rest. Good girls take one look at me and can't wait to take a walk on the wild side, just as long as no one else finds out.

  Eve squirms under my hard gaze.

  “I guess so,” she answers.

  I bite my tongue to keep the things I really want to say inside. Why aren't I good enough to date openly? How long before you've taken what you want from me and moved on?

  Without another word I toss thirty dollars on the table and stand to leave.

  Eve

  The drive back to my dorm is quiet, I fidget awkwardly in my seat. Asher's jaw is set and his eyes are focused on the road. I wish I could take back everything I said this morning. Not because I don't want him, if wanted him any more I might combust. But, I'm afraid I ruined our friendship.

  When we pull up in front of my building we both sit for several seconds in silence. Asher's eyes are unfocused, clearly deep in thought.

  “I’m not going to take your virginity sweetheart, okay?” There’s pain in his voice that I don’t understand. But, the anger that was present at the dinner seems to have faded.

  I reach my hand out and touch his arm. He looks down at it like it’s an alien thing for a woman to touch him. But women touch him all of the time, I’ve seen it. My heart flutters in my chest. He's agreeing to this?

  “I trust you, Asher.”

  “Don’t trust me too much though, I am still a guy,” He warns with a self-deprecating smirk. “I have to head over to the physics lab to meet with Dex, I’ll come by later?”

  I lean forward and place a kiss on his cheek before getting out of the car. I might be imagining things but I swear I see him touch the place on his cheek that I kissed him like he hopes that he’ll feel my lips on that spot forever.

  Chapter 12

  Eve

  At around seven at night there’s a knock at my dorm room door. I can’t suppress my smile as I practically skip to the door, absolutely positive it’s Asher. I fling the door open and he’s standing there looking perfect, as always. I try to hold back a contented sigh. I feel like my insides are made of helium and I just might float away.

  “Hey,” I greet him. I can't believe he actually showed. After going from angry to reluctantly resigned I half expected he wouldn't come by like he said he would.

  “Hey there Angel, can I come in?”

  I step back to let him in. He has a bag of goodies with him tonight.

  “What did you bring?”

  “Since you said that you wanted to experience all of the things that most high school kids do I thought we'd have a good old fashioned movie night, make out session.” He smirks at me playfully.

  “What?” I laugh.

  “It’s what everyone does in high school. You hang out at the house of an opposite sex friend, put in a movie, and spend the whole time making out instead of watching the movie. with or without a little over the shirt second base action,” He explains.

  My heart jumps around inside my chest excitedly.

  “What movies did you bring?”

  “I brought some classic ‘80’s teen movies. So, if by chance you get bored of making out then you can at least gain some inspiration for rebellious behavior from these flicks.”

  “I doubt I’m going to get bored making out with you,” I assure him.

  Something sad passes through his eyes briefly but he tucks whatever it was neatly away and smiles.

  “I sure as hell hope not.” He motions for me to get comfortable and he puts in the first movie.

  What kind of a name ‘Breakfast Club’ is for a movie? Is it about teenagers who eat breakfast together? Asher cozies up next to me on the bed and my stomach starts to turn itself in knots.

  What now? Do I kiss him? Do I wait for him to kiss me? Does my breath smell okay? What did I do with my hands when we kissed last night? Crap, I can’t even remember.

  “Angel,” He whispers,
his breath tickling my ear and sending goosebumps all over my neck. “Just relax, the second I laid down you went stiff as a board. And, the look on your face is like you’re laying in bed with a wild animal that you think is going to attack you. This is supposed to be fun. Relax, Okay?”

  I nod and he pulls me against his chest gently.

  “Watch the movie, let things happen naturally,” He coaxes.

  I take a deep breath and his masculine scent surrounds me. I start to feel my heart rate return to normal and I try to enjoy the simple fact that I’m cuddling in bed with a gorgeous guy, watching a movie like a normal college girl.

  Asher

  Eve finally starts to relax a few minutes into the movie. It seems like she’s even enjoying it. And, just like usual, I get my own enjoyment out of her reactions to the movie. The way her eyes light up right before she laughs, the way she blushes when anything sexual is mentioned, and my favorite is the way she looks absolutely scandalized by the idea of drugs in someone’s locker.

  “I think this is exactly the sort of thing my parents were afraid of exposing me to if I’d gone to public high school.”

  “Sooner or later everyone is exposed to things: sex, drugs, temptation. Eventually you have to decide about yourself as a person and how you feel about participating in them or not.”

  “Have you done drugs?” She asks, her eyes wide as saucers.

  “I’ve dabbled,” I admit. “Does that surprise you?”

  “Everything surprises me,” She points out. “Why? Does it surprise most people to hear that you’ve ‘dabbled’ with drugs?”

  “Yes, but it’s usually the use of the word ‘dabbled’ that surprises them. They take one look at my piercings and tattoos and figure that I’m understating my use of drugs,” I explain somewhat bitterly.

  “I don’t understand.”

  “I’m the guy from the wrong side of the tracks. I look like trouble, I come from a poor family. People expect that I do drugs and generally get in trouble with the law.”