Heart of Gold (Firecats Book 1) by P. Jameson

Author:P. Jameson [Jameson, P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Paper Zombie Press
Published: 2017-05-03T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Ratchet stood in the center of his room, not sure what to do. Marlee was in the shower. She’d taken one while he was at work but insisted on another after they’d climbed down from the roof. He didn’t blame her. She was coming from a place where she’d had to save her baths so she wouldn’t owe anyone for them.

Bastian was a shitty motherfucker.

Now she wanted to take advantage of her choices.

Ratchet knew she was testing him, and he didn’t mind. He’d show his little lamb all the freedom he could give her until she didn’t question him anymore.

He looked around.

He’d fixed the bed, straightening all the sheets until they were crisp, and folded back the big blanket. Fluffed the pillows. Turned all the lights off except the lamp. Set the remote on the side table so she could reach it.

He stared at the floor, then to the chair.

One of those two would be his bed tonight, and he was debating which when the bathroom door opened. Steam rolled out from the crack, but no Marlee.

He frowned, stepping forward.

But then she appeared in the doorway, juggling the used clothes and towels in her arms.

His breath went to hell. She took all his oxygen. Her choppy shoulder-length hair was wet and tousled, and her face was dewy like a rose in the morning—

The fuck?

She made him think the softest things. Dangerous things.

It wasn’t that he wanted that to change. It was just… could he afford to be so vulnerable when there was an impending war on the horizon? When he didn’t know how to deal with Felix or Bastian or the rest of the cats.

It was a tightrope he was walking. He needed to bond with her and heal, but he needed to be brutal and fierce. Both, in order to protect her.

No wonder his sick animal had withered away.

It takes a new kind to do what needs to be done, the beast murmured.

She dumped the clothes in the laundry basket and yawned.

Shit. Why did that make his middle throb?

Mate needs touch.

No. If she did, she would tell him. It was just his instinct running amok.

Marlee looked up, meeting his gaze with those deep green eyes.

“Ready for bed, lamb?”

She nodded. “I can take the chair this time.”

Ratchet snorted.

She blinked.

What the hell.

She wasn’t serious. Was she?

“You’ll sleep in my bed, Marlee.” He wasn’t letting his mate sleep anywhere but the best. He was the male, he’d take the less comfortable spot. Unless she wanted to share.

Did she?

Damn, he was out of his element with her. He’d never asked to touch a woman before. Never been told no. And he didn’t give one his bed unless he was meeting her in it.

She let you touch her face. Hold her pinky. Worth it.

It was the tiniest victory. It was the hugest victory.

“Where will you sleep?”

He shrugged one shoulder. Jutted his chin toward the chair he’d thought was pretty damn comfortable until last night.

“Okay.” She moved toward the bed. Did she sound the littlest bit disappointed?

She climbed in and he pulled the covers up to her chin.

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