Free The Perfect Emotion by Melissa Rolka Page B

I’ve thought of the last three months.
     

C HAPTER 8

    We stand there for what feels like an eternity holding each other.  The lump I had in my throat has gone down, but the tears still flow freely.  Reed kisses the top of my head again and again and oh how I wish it were my lips.  My arms are locked around him with my freezing hands on his back, but I can’t let go.  Letting go of my grip would mean facing him and facing him means next steps.  Next steps that I’m still not sure I want to take.  Questions float through my mind… does Reed want me being at the forefront.  Hearing him say he waited for me seems like a dream.  Slowly, Reed starts to loosen our bond.  His hands reach up around my neck and onto my cheeks forcing me to look at him.  His eyes scan my face and his thumbs rub away the streaks of tears.  My face is hot from being buried in his chest and his hands are ice cold on my skin, like fire and ice.  I’m forced to look into his eyes, the same eyes that have held me captive every night for the last several months. The blue is deep and glassy.  It’s a mixture of happiness and sadness all rolled into one.  I can’t tell if he had tears in them from our reunion or if the cold has caused them to tear. 
    “Have you had anything to drink?” He asks and this is not what I thought he’d have to say after our long embrace.
    “No, just water.”  The confusion is evident in my tone.
    “Good.” His hands run through my hair pulling my head back slightly giving him the perfect angle to kiss me. And that’s exactly what he does. It’s forceful when his lips crash against mine at first and he pushes me up against the outside brick wall of the dorm building. The lighting is darker because it’s off to the side. His hands are tangled in my hair, but before we hit the wall he takes one hand out to lighten the force. I move my hands up into his hair running my fingers through his long strands roughly. Our tongues have yet to touch, but our lips are moving fast. He gently bites down on my bottom lip pulling at it a little. And then just as quick as he crashed into me he slows his pace down. This is what I remember most… kisses being slow and tender. His tongue licks in between my lips and gently coaxes my tongue. I moan when our tongues collide and pull his head towards me afraid he might back away. The way his tongue rolls around mine and explores every area of my mouth creates a familiar rush of nerves to run through me. I squeeze my thighs together to try to stimulate the pleasure in my core, but Reed moves his leg in between me pushing me harder against the wall. I gasp in between our lips and he mumbles out a “Thank God.” His tongue starts to pull out, but his lips stay attached to me. He kisses me several times on the lips and then moves to my jaw flicking his tongue up to my ear. He licks and sucks at the place between my ear and jaw that drives me crazy with lust.  I arch myself back and give him better access. 
    “I’ve missed you so much, beautiful girl,” he whispers in my ear in between the licking, sucking and kissing.   When he flicks his tongue at my ear lobe I squirm from the sensation.  Months of remembering and longing for this make the reality more real and intense.  My body softens and curves to his easily, as if the distance never came between us
    “I’ve missed you too.”  The words leave my lips without filter and even though I sound breathy and needy I know Reed hears the care, concern and affection laced in there.
    “Please baby, please just…” He pulls back and moves his hands to the side of my head to look in my eyes again. “Just don’t push me out again. Let us figure this out. Please. I want you, Kate.” My lips are parted, my eyes are wide and my breathing is erratic. I hear his plead, but I’m afraid to agree… afraid it will be too much for him to deal with all of my problems. I just continue to stare in his eyes when he continues.