The room was small and dusty, and the walls were lined floor to ceiling with shelves filled with all kinds of books, clipping and incredibly old newspapers and magazines. In the center of the room was a carved wooden desk with an oil lamp, laden down with even more papers and things. Pens and pencils sat in a coffee mug next to a shiny silver lap top. A paper cup had been knocked to the floor. Matt hastily picked it up and tossed it in the trash.
“Sorry, it’s a bit cramped.” Pulling an old chair from a corner, he offered it to her. “So anyway, rumors of Elizabeth and her nobleman’s love became the talk of the town, but not before Elizabeth’s father had promised her to another.”
Ellie frowned. “I apologize, I don’t mean to be rude, but that was typical of the time, wasn’t it? Women were only as worthy as the match they made and fathers would marry them off to the most advantageous suitor. It’s sad, yes, but hardly merits remembrance when it happened like that all over the country.”
Amused, Matt leaned back in his captain’s chair and grinned at her. He had a bit of a devil-may-care attitude that Ellie found intriguing. “You know your history, I’m impressed.”
Ellie blushed a little at the compliment, her cheeks turning a radiant shade of crimson. “I’m writing my dissertation on Regency England.”
“I see. Well, you would be correct, but a loveless marriage is not what makes the story of Elizabeth Hargrove so sad. You see, shortly after Elizabeth and her love decided to run away together, she suddenly decided she didn’t want him anymore and became utterly devoted to her betrothed. Most of society at the time believed she was just doing her duty, but Matthew - a relative of mine, actually - didn’t believe that, but there was nothing he could do. He was forced to stand aside while she married the Lord Dabney.”
“Wait a second,” Ellie interrupted, frowning a bit. “Would that be the same Dabney family that is still here?”
Matt nodded. “The very same. The Dabneys have been in Dover for generations, though their fortune is significantly more depleted now days.”
“What do you mean?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know the particulars, but there was something that happened a while back, gambling or something, that drained their accounts. Word around town is that they’re still struggling just to remain afloat, and that now, instead of using the Lordship as a supplement to the family income, the Dabneys are relying on it. They’re always looking to marry into money, and I’m all but certain the Dabneys have tried to marry a Hargrove woman in every generation.”
Ellie’s frown deepened. Is that why James had shown up the day before? He was after her money? It seemed a shame, since he had been so charming, though she had felt something was slightly off about the man.
Matt cocked his head. “Have you met the Dabneys?” he asked.
“One. Lord James Dabney. He came over last night after I arrived. Said he was a friend of my grandmother’s.”
“Hmm.” He tapped a finger thoughtfully to his chin. “And? Did you believe him?”
Perplexed, she merely shrugged. “There didn’t really seem to be a reason not to. He was kind, polite, charming. Exactly the way I assumed an English gentleman would be. Maybe too exact, I guess.”
Matt tapped his finger again. “Curiouser and curiouser.”
Despite herself, Ellie laughed. “Okay, Lewis Carroll. So, what happened to Matthew and Elizabeth?”
“Ah, always the romantic, I see. Very well. Matthew never believed Elizabeth had stopped loving him. In fact, he was convinced that Dabney was controlling her somehow, holding her captive to keep her as a possession, but he could never prove it. It wasn’t until Elizabeth gave birth to a little girl that Matthew finally confronted Dabney, saying the child was actually his and that Dabney’s sorcery was about to come to an end. The two dueled, and Matthew was slain on the White Cliffs of Dover.
“Elizabeth was beside herself at Matthew’s death, and nothing, not even her child, could console her. She stopped talking, stopped eating, and pulled away from everybody until finally, she couldn’t take it any longer and she threw herself off the cliffs to her death, right before Dabney’s eyes.”
One lone tear slid slowly down Ellie’s cheek. It was all so sad.
Matt smiled kindly. “Don’t feel too bad for Dabney. He did slay my great-great-great whatever, uncle after all, and drive your ancestor to commit suicide.”
“It’s still tragic,” Ellie insisted wiping her cheeks, though she did feel a little silly for crying.
Chuckling, Matt crossed his arms over his chest. “True, but if the stories are to be believed, it was magic that caused Elizabeth’s devotion to her husband. When she took her own life, that magic backfired and a curse was placed over Lord Dabney, forbidding his spirit to rest until he could make Elizabeth fall in love with him for real. So, for generations, he has tried to seduce the Hargrove women, to possess the hearts and win their fortune, allowing his soul to finally settle down.”
“What happens to the women?”
“Nothing, really,” he replied with a shrug. “Although, there has been a substantial amount of tragedy affecting your family over the years. Here.” Pulling his laptop toward him, Matt began clicking buttons and pounding on the keys until he found what he was looking for. “That’s strange. Come here.” Obedient, Ellie went around the desk to stand behind him, leaning low over his shoulder to see the computer. “That’s Elizabeth Hargrove. Funny.” He glanced up at her then back to the screen. “She looks just like you.”
Ellie gasped. Her own face stared back at her. It was the Elizabeth Hargrove from her dreams right there in a pencil sketch. Reaching out, she tentatively brushed a finger over the other woman’s face. “How bizarre.”
“That’s one word for it.” Matt clicked into another window and pulled up the Hargroves in the search engine. “I’ll keep looking; go through the archives. You want to write your number down? I can give you a call with whatever I find.”
Taking the pen he offered, Ellie scribbled down the address and phone number of Hargrove House, then handed it back to him. Their hands touched and the sensation was electric. Waves of emotion washed over her, stealing her breath and making her pulse race. She had never felt like this in her entire life. It was like her entire being had been waiting for this exact moment, for them to touch, skin on skin. It was like welcoming back a forgotten lover, or reuniting with a lost friend. From the look of shock on his face, she would bet Matt was feeling much the same thing.
Why did he have this much of an effect on her? They had just met, for crying out loud. And yet, if she were being honest, she couldn’t decide whether she wanted to hold him tight or rip his clothes off. Somehow, she didn’t think either one was the smartest option, and she would probably be better off running away now and never looking back.
If only that option weren’t so painfully sad.
“Matt,” Ellie breathed, her heart pounding in her chest; she could barely even get the word out. Being so close to him was having a strange effect on her, which she could only classify as desire. She wanted to touch him, but had no idea where the urge was calming from. Concentrating, she focused on slowing her breathing. Matt turned to her, and their faces were mere inches apart. The turmoil in his blue eyes was clear in the gold lamp light as he stared at her, and she wondered if he was feeling the same emotions that she was. It was like he was familiar and home all at once, and not touching him was nearly unbearable. Ellie swallowed hard, trying to think. “Matt, do you believe in fate?”
She watched his chest rise and fall, once, twice. And then suddenly, he was on his feet, his mouth on hers. His arms wrapped around her, crushing her against him and she couldn’t help but be swept along. This was what she had been waiting for. This connection, this emotion, this feeling of finding her other half. Her soul mate. It was like her soul had finally found its home.
Ellie clasped her hands around his neck, delighting in the urgency as his hands gripped her bottom a
nd picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to him as he stumbled forward and pressed her back against the shelves.
His kiss was strong and deep, his tongue exploring every bit of her mouth. She sighed against his lips, pulling him to her. Something was taking over her. Something savage that craved this man in her arms. She felt more like Elizabeth in the arms of her lover than she felt Ellie in the arms of a stranger, but she found that with Matt, she didn’t want to fight it. She knew him in a way she had never known anybody. Their very souls were connected and this just felt…right.
Chest heaving, Matt started to pull back, removing his mouth far enough from hers to let her breathe, but not stepping away. “I’m sorry, Ellie,” he breathed, still clutching her hips, his fingers digging into the top of her jeans. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“I don’t care.” Desperate now, she pulled him to her again, letting her head fall back in ecstasy. Matt trailed kisses down her neck, lightly raking his teeth against her collarbone. She moaned against him, her fingers digging into his muscular shoulders.
She could feel the books and binders from the bookshelf digging into her back, but she didn’t mind. All she could think about was the feeling of his fingers slipping her sweater over her head, trailing over her back and coming to rest at the hem of her jeans. Ellie blindly reached for his shirt, dragging it off him and trailing her lips along his chest. He tasted of salt and man, and she marveled at the fact that she had gone so long without being with somebody. That she had gone her whole life without being with him.
And how crazy was that? She had just met this guy, and now she was all over him? And yet, it was as if she had known Matt McKinnon her entire life. As if their souls were intertwined in a way she had yet to comprehend. There was a pull at her core when he looked at her with his clear blue eyes. The same blue eyes that had stared back at her filled with such an intense love that it left her as breathless as Elizabeth Hargrove had been in her dreams.
But Matt McKinnon wasn’t just a figment of her imagination. He was flesh and blood and man and at the moment, he was stripping her out of her jeans until she was standing before him in nothing but lacy lingerie. A thrill of excitement raced over her skin and down her spine. For the first time in her entire life, Ellie felt reckless and impulsive, and not at all like herself.
And she didn’t care one bit.
Running her fingers through his hair, she raced her mouth along his jaw, suckling at his ear, delighted when she felt him inhale sharply. Throwing her head back again, she laughed. What a rush to be able to turn him on that way!
Before she knew it, the lace was torn away. Matt ran his fingers along the slick, wetness of her, before driving her up. Ellie clutched at the shelves, knocking books to the floor. Still, he mercilessly pushed her to the brink of madness and over the edge.
Breathing heavily, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her ankles clasped at his hips, letting him carry her to the desk. Matt ruthlessly cleared the desk of its clutter, sending books, papers, and even his laptop clattering to the floor. Hastily, he freed himself from the confines of his jeans and Ellie reached for him greedily, running her fingers from shaft to tip. He shuddered in her grasp.
Matt fought with the clasp of her bra, drawing the straps vigorously down her arms as her breasts spilled from the lace. Just as he had in her dream, he took her into his mouth, and the simple touch of his lips combined with the rhythmic movement of his fingers, propelled her to orgasm once more.
She couldn’t take it anymore. Desperate, she pulled him to her, gasping and moaning out loud when he plunged into her. His strokes were slow and steady, his member throbbing against her as he moved in and out of her once, twice. Painfully slow he stared down into her eyes and Ellie felt that connection once again. It was so strong and overwhelming that all she could do was hold on as he moved faster and faster, furiously pumping in and out of her, each thrust urging her to give in to the euphoria washing over her. Lost in passion, Ellie ran her fingers down his back, repressing a scream as he shuddered against her one last time and finally collapsed on her chest.
Ellie couldn’t move. All she could feel, all she could hear, was Matt’s heavy breathing, his face tucked against her shoulder as she drew slow, soft circles along his shoulders. She was blissfully in shock. She had just had sex with a stranger in the backroom of a museum. The most daring thing she had ever done before that was pick up a man at a bar and go back to his apartment. That had been her one and only one-night stand.
Until now.
“Um,” she tried, suddenly self-conscious and unsure what to say. He only grunted in return. “Matt, I can’t breathe.”
“Oh.” Reluctantly, he slid off her and Ellie curled up into a ball on his desk, clutching her knees to her chest. Matt reached for his jeans and smiled sheepishly at her, tossing her sweater to her. Embarrassed she clutched it to her chest.
“So …did you feel that too?”
“You mean, like it was someone else’s love affair we were sharing in?” Ellie clasped her bra into place. She was so grateful her voice was steady because she felt anything but.
Matt grinned slyly. “Yeah, I meant that. What the bloody hell was that?”
Trying not to show her mortification, Ellie tugged her sweater over her head, then got up to retrieve her jeans. She cleared her throat. “Look, Matt, I um, I don’t…well…” Why was it so hard to spit out? They were only words. Come on, just spit it out. “I don’t do things like this.” Much to her dismay, Matt chuckled. “No, seriously. Look, I know how cliché that sounds, but I really do not do things like this.”
“Do you regret it?”
Ellie pursed her lips, trying not to smile. “No, I don’t regret it.”
Matt’s grin widened and he leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek. “Good. Me neither.” His gaze was captivating, and she found herself lost in his eyes once again, completely unable to control the rush of emotion bringing heat to her face.
Damn it, why was she blushing so much around him?!
As quickly as she could, Ellie put on the rest of her clothes and zipped up her coat. “So, you’ll let me know if you find anything else on the Hargroves?” she asked, reaching for the door. She needed to get out of there, and fast. Otherwise she might humiliate herself by trying to jump him again. Her best friend, Alice, would be so proud.
Matt cleared his throat again. “Yes, I will, uh, keep looking and let you know if I find anything.”
“Great.” Opening the door, she stopped to glance over her shoulder at him. “And Matt?”
“Hmm?”
“Thanks. For, um, everything.” Her cheeks a vibrant shade of red, Ellie dashed from the room as quickly as she could, leaving him with a goofy smile behind her.
CHAPTER 6
Ellie walked briskly down the sidewalk, her low heels clipping on the cement. She clutched her coat tighter around her neck to guard against the chill and gazed at the white cliff face looming in the distance. Well, that excursion had gotten awkward, quick. And hot, she admitted. Matt McKinnon was the definition of sexy, and sex with him was worth dreaming of. And against a bookshelf in a public place, no less. Granted, the door to his office had been closed, but it wasn’t locked and anyone could have come in. Although, that thought hadn’t even crossed her mind, if truth be told. And she wasn’t sure she would care if it had.
Reaching the black sedan that Reginald had insisted she take, Ellie stepped back and let the driver open her door. She had never had a driver before—taxis didn’t count. It was exhilarating to know that she was now the one to pay his salary. And terrifying.
The drive back to Dover didn’t take long, and Ellie spent most of it obsessing about Matt and the story of the Hargroves. Before she knew it, they pulled onto the circular drive in front of Hargrove House, and Arthur, the valet, rushed down the steps to open her door.
Ellie beamed at him. “Thank you, Arthur.”
“My
pleasure, miss.” He seemed to be deciding whether or not to tell her something. “There is, er, well, Lord Dabney has come to call, Miss Ellie.”
Alarmed, Ellie raised an eyebrow. “Again?”
Arthur nodded. “Since earlier this afternoon. He’s been insistent that he speak with you.”
She furrowed her brow. “Lead the way.”
James Dabney stood in the foyer, looking annoyed, his hands shoved grumpily into the pockets of his navy wool coat. When he spotted Ellie, his face brightened considerably, though she wasn’t sure she was able to respond in kind.
“Lord Dabney,” she exclaimed, hoping she sounded pleased to see him. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“James, please,” he replied, though she thought he actually liked hearing his title. “I came by today hoping to show you around Dover, however I see you have already done that.”
She offered him an apologetic smile. “I have. We read my grandmother’s will this morning.”
“I suppose you have found yourself a rich woman,” he declared. “You must be pleased.” When she tried, and failed to smile back, he changed tactics. “I also have tickets to the theater tonight. I was hoping you would accompany me.”
“Oh!” How did she get out of this one politely? “That’s incredibly kind of you, James, but I fear I must decline. It’s been a long day, and I really should get some work done on my dissertation.” She tried to pretend the look in his eyes was disappointment, and not anger. “But thank you for the invitation. It really was kind of you.” The smile she gave was as genuine as she could make it. “Thank you for coming by, Lord Dabney. It’s always a pleasure to see you.” As quickly as she could, she stepped back toward the hallway, hoping to make a quick exit, but James grabbed her arm.
“Don’t walk away from me,” he ordered through gritted teeth. Rage flashed in his dark eyes and his grip on her arm tightened. Fear rippled down Ellie’s spine, but when she tried to get away, his grip only got stronger. “I asked you to the theater.” His hand began to twist. “The least you could do is be gracious, since I went through all the trouble.”
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