#Chapter 58: The Necklace

Ella Alexander’s green eyes darkened as he knelt beside the bathtub. The spot where his hand met my shoulder was like a thousand tiny matches being struck at once, igniting the warmth that had begun to spread through my body. His nostrils flared, and I knew he had scented it again. My arousal. This was exactly like the alley behind The Howling Moon all over again—that same magnetic pull, that same desperation. The way Alexander looked at me now, like he was starving and I was the only thing that could fill his belly, made me want to forget everything else. Made me want to pull him into the tub with me and finish what we’d started that night. Without thinking, I shifted slightly, water sloshing around me as I leaned toward him. Alexander’s pupils dilated, and his free hand came up to brace against the edge of the tub, bringing his face closer to mine. I could smell the bourbon on his breath, could see the way that one pesky muscle in his jaw jumped. F