“An Incubus.”
Javan wasn’t sure she could’ve said anything else that would’ve shocked him more. He turned to her. Did she know she was Nephilim, then? He’d have bet millions last night that she didn’t.
“How do you know that?”
She looked at him askance. “You accept what I said that easily?”
“Tell me how you know that?”
Naomi rubbed her hands together as she rested her arms on her knees. “Becky’s diary.”
Shit. Javan looked back out the window. If it was an Incubus, that meant the odds of it being someone in his family were strong. There were other Incubi running around the city, but for Rebecca to stumble across one?
“What?” Naomi asked as she stood and strode to him. “What aren’t you telling me?”
She was so close he could feel the warmth of her body. Heat flooded him, his cock twitching with need. “I’m not sure you really want to know.”
“I do,” she insisted.
Javan felt her hand on his arm. It burned through his jacket and shirt to the skin beneath. He made the mistake of letting her turn him to face her.
He looked into her face, and was once more drowning in her magnificent eyes. His body demanded to feel her, to sink into her wet folds and let pleasure take them.
Her lips parted as she lowered her gaze to his mouth. When her eyes returned to meet his, there was no denying the desire he saw there. He could see it in the way she breathed, in how she was attuned to his every movement.
“I can help you find the killer.” His head lowered a fraction as he ached to kiss her.
She moved a fraction closer. “How?”
“Because Incubi are real.” Her mouth was mere inches away. She was like a drug and he the junkie. And he hadn’t even kissed her yet.
Javan knew he would put himself to the ultimate test when it came to Naomi, and yet he couldn’t turn away. She focused him. She cleared away the world until only she existed.
Her hand moved from his arm to his chest. “You’re one.”
“Yes,” he said and took her mouth.
For a moment, he held still, his breath locked in his lungs as he put the instant to memory. Then he pulled away and looked at her.
Naomi blinked up at him, a small frown furrowing her forehead. “Is that why I can’t think of anything but ripping your clothes off?”
He groaned. She had no idea how close he was to taking her right there. “Yes. And no.”
“I can’t think.” She grabbed her head and took a few steps back. When she looked at him, there was doubt and fear in her blue eyes.
Javan leaned his hands against the glass and let his chin fall to his chest. “It’s just as I thought. You have no idea who you are, do you?”
“I’m Naomi Williams.”
“Not your name, Naomi. Your bloodline. You’re a Nephilim.”
“A what?” she asked in shock.
He pushed away from the glass. “Half human. Half angel.”
“Riiiiiiight. Because that makes sense.”
Javan strode to the bookshelf behind his desk and pulled out the heavy leather-bound tome. He then walked to the coffee table and set it down, opening it to the title page. “Read,” he ordered Naomi.
She hesitated for a moment, but it was her curiosity that won. Naomi moved back to the sofa and sat.
Javan knew she would be there for a while. If she truly didn’t know her heritage, she had a lot of reading to do. He returned to the windows as the phone on his desk beeped.
Work was done for the day. He had something else to focus on – Naomi.
And the Incubus who killed her sister.
CHAPTER FIVE
Naomi couldn’t stop reading. The words flew past her as she flipped page after page, soaking it all in. Occasionally, she heard voices in the office, but she was too absorbed to look up.
At one point, Javan had stuck a bottle of water in one of her hands and a hamburger in the other. Naomi hadn’t even bothered to look up. She ate without tasting anything.
Her mind was blown. That was the only way to describe what was happening to her. Incubi, extinct Succubi, angels, demons, and Nephilim.
It was all so much to take in. And yet, from what she had read, all those unanswered questions she and Becky had about the odd things they suspected, and the strange feelings and such, were answered. Finally.
Naomi finished the book and leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes. Her head rolled back to rest against the cushion. It took her a moment to realize how quiet the office was.
She cracked open her eyes. The first thing she noticed was the inky black sky outside the windows. Had she really spent the entire day reading?
A glance at the three-inch-thick volume confirmed it. Naomi glanced at her watch and saw that it was nearing midnight. Her gaze then swung to the desk where Javan was intently looking through a stack of papers.
As if feeling her eyes, his head lifted. Slowly he set down the papers and rested his elbows on the desk. “You look exhausted.”