"Charlie."
"And Thomas wants to make me a chair! I don't know why but he says it'll be really comfortable and?—"
Simon pushed him gently against the door and kissed him quiet once more.
This time, Charlie's hands went to Simon's hair, pulling slightly, and the small pain of it made something in Simon's chest crack open.
He needed to have this vampire under him.
Now.
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
Simon's hands slid under Charlie's shirt and Charlie arched into the touch, the contact making him feel a little crazy.
His heart beat faster, and he could hear Simon's pulse do the same. He was kind of glad Simon didn't want to talk. He couldn't have strung two words together. Not when Simon had that look in his eyes like he wanted to devour Charlie whole.
Charlie wanted that too.
God, he'd missed Simon so much in the past few hours. He shouldn't have but there was no denying it now. The bond had been tugging him toward the hunter since he'd arrived. And now he felt complete again. Full, satisfied, anchored.
Home.
He tugged on Simon's hair again, trying to communicate everything he was feeling without words. He'd never be able to explain it right.
Simon responded by kissing down Charlie's neck, tongue flicking over his pulse point.
Charlie shivered. "Simon..."
Simon's teeth grazed his collarbone in response, and Charlie forgot whatever he'd meant to ask. He didn't need to ask for anything anyway, because Simon always seemed to know what he wanted, what he needed.
Simon pulled Charlie away from the door and they both stumbled over the carpet. Charlie managed not to trip this time, which was a victory. He tugged Simon's shirt off and then he stopped moving entirely because wow. He knew Simon was ripped, but actually seeing all those muscles was something else entirely.
He ran his fingers across them, marveling at the smooth lines and hard edges.
"Your turn," Simon said and pulled Charlie's shirt off as well.
With the cold air hitting his skin, Charlie couldn't help but feel inadequate. He was skinny and soft compared to Simon, who looked exactly like the kind of guy you'd expect to be killing vampires for a living.
But Simon's gaze heated, roaming across Charlie's body with an intensity that made him shiver again.
He wanted to ask if Simon liked what he saw or apologize for not having abs, but Simon pressed against him before he could speak and any thought he might've had flew out of his head.
He could feel their bond light up. The connection between them flared, bright and hot, and Charlie gasped into Simon's mouth. He hadn't been prepared.
Simon's hand moved to cup the front of Charlie's jeans, and he moaned.
Fuck. The last time he'd been intimate with someone had been a messy fumble during college that had ended with him accidentally kicking his date in the face and running from the dorm room in horror.
This was nothing like that.
Simon would take care of him.
Charlie had never been more certain of anything in his life. And when they fell together onto the bed and Simon settled over him, Charlie felt like the rest of the world could just disappear, and he wouldn't notice.
There was only Simon.
