It was...nice.
She slid into the passenger seat of the white Jaguar XK. As Javan shut the door after she was inside, Naomi spotted Elijah getting into another car. Javan got behind the wheel and drove away.
“I admit, I was offended that you thought I murdered Rebecca,” Javan said. He glanced at her. “But it brought you to me.”
“I have to know what happened to her.”
“And you will. I’m going to make sure of that.”
She watched the city lights pass in a blur. “Is that what money and position can do?”
“Yes. I’ll not apologize for what my family began.”
“Nor should you. I’ve just never had that kind of privilege.”
He flashed her a smile. “Have you seen your work? Naomi, you’re extremely talented. You’re going to make a lot of money because of it.”
“Only because I was in the exhibit.”
The car slowed as he prepared to turn into a drive. “You sell yourself short. Being in the exhibit will get you there faster, but trust me, you were going to get there regardless.”
Naomi smiled, beyond pleased at his words. They stopped in front of a garage door. Javan rolled down his window and punched in a few numbers. A moment later the door opened.
It wasn’t until they drove into the garage that she realized he’d brought her to his house.
“I thought you might want to talk privately instead of trying to hide our words from a waiter,” Javan said after he put the car in park. “If you’d rather, we can go to a restaurant.”
Naomi shook her head. “This is fine. And you’re right, I don’t want to watch what I have to say.”
She got out of the car and was met by Javan who walked her to a thick wooden door. There wasn’t time to look long as Javan ushered her inside the house.
As soon as she entered, she felt at ease. It could have something to do with the same soothing grays as his office, or the fact that the artwork everywhere was awe-inspiring.
The next thing she knew, they were ascending a set of switchback stairs. Javan then stood at a large entrance and smiled, waiting for her to enter.
Naomi stepped through and gasped at another spectacular view of the harbor. The clinking of crystal pulled her attention from the lights reflecting off the water.
She turned to find they were in a library. Tall walls held hundreds of books on black bookshelves. A large fireplace sat in the middle of a wall with a cozy set of chairs and a couch. There was no fire roaring. Instead, there were dozens of small candles sitting among the logs, giving off a golden hue as their tiny flames flickered.
“It’s one of my favorite rooms,” Javan said. He held up a bottle of wine.
“Please,” Naomi said in regard to the wine. “This place is amazing. I didn’t think anything could beat your office view, but I think I’ve found it.”
He handed her the glass of wine as he stood beside her. “I’m glad you came into my life.”
“I have a hard time believing that.” She took a drink to try and calm her nerves.
Javan took her wine glass from her hand and set it next to his on a table beside him. He then turned her to face him. His gaze was intense, holding hers so she couldn’t look away.
“I want you, Naomi.”
His words were like a match to her desires. They roared to life, burning her with need.
“Your artwork drew me to you. I didn’t know why until I saw you at the gallery. I knew then that I’d be a fool to let you walk out of my life.”
“I just met you,” she said, her mind whirling from his words.
Javan touched her face tenderly. “You’re a Nephilim. You feel desire anytime I’m near because I’m an Incubus.”
“So it’s not real?”
“Oh, it’s real.”
“But I’d feel it with any Incubus. Say, like Elijah?”
One blond brow lifted. “You’ve been around Elijah. Did you feel desire?”
Naomi thought about the times she was with Elijah and shook her head.
“You have your answer, then.”
Unable to help herself, Naomi reached up and ran her hands through his blond locks. Then she rose up on her toes and put her lips to his.
She had barely begun to pull back when his arms went around her, pulling her against his hard chest. He slanted his lips over hers and took her mouth in a kiss that stole her breath.
Flames of passion licked at them, pulling them deeper into the fire. Naomi shoved his suit jacket over his shoulders. He let it slide down his arms before he unzipped her skirt. In moments, they each had the other devoid of clothes.
Naomi was then gathered in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked to the fireplace and knelt. He was kissing her as he laid her back on the fur rug, covering her body with his.
She sighed at the feel of his arousal pressing against her sex. His hips rocked against her. Naomi couldn’t get close enough to him.