aspect of his life. 'You're right,' she said, opting to calm him down first. 'But I can't do that if I don't know what's going on or who wants to prevent you from opening.'
'And you think Nick's sabotaging his own investment?' Vaughn let out a loud laugh of disbelief.
'It's not impossible. And he is jealous.'
'Of what? The man's a legend in his own right-'
'Who lost his last job because he wasn't pulling in ratings and who comes second to you in ownership of the lodge as well as a coaching job at the local university. I'm just saying he has reasons to undermine you.'
'But he wouldn't. End of discussion.' He glanced around at the remnants of their lunch. 'So did you enjoy yourself?'
Deciding to test the jealousy theory, she answered him in a low, seductive purr. 'As a matter of fact, I did have fun with Nick. He's a great guy.' She began to clean the trash and put it inside the basket. 'Charming, entertaining…'
She deliberately baited Vaughn even if, despite appearances, her get-together with Nick had been all business, something she intended to tell Mara at the first opportunity. She and Nick had shared a few laughs and he'd explained the workings of the lodge's construction, the foremen in charge, and who supervised each department.
'You had fun,' Vaughn repeated.
'Yes. F-U-N. Which part of the word don't you understand?'
He clenched his jaw tighter. 'Fun's a word I can handle just fine, honey.' He stepped closer and her breath caught in her chest.
He towered over her, a big, strong, sexy man who made her skin flush hot and her body heat with the distinct rush of arousal flowing through her. Being practical flew out the window around this man and Annabelle knew it. Her heart might be warning,
Vaughn couldn't stand to hear how much fun she'd had with his best friend. 'I can show you a lot better time than Nick ever could.' Even as he spoke, he recognized that he was being absurd.
Vaughn knew Nick wasn't intending to seduce Annabelle. Intending to make Vaughn crazy? Yes. But romancing her? Not a chance. The man had feelings for Mara even if he was fighting them, not that Vaughn knew why. So his own reaction to Nick and Annabelle was over the top.
'I thought we'd reached the end. As in the end of any discussion about Nick.' Her lips twitched in a knowing grin.
Already on edge, her words nudged him even closer to the precipice. 'Ending
She glanced up at him. Her eyes were wide, but by no means uncertain. She straightened her shoulders, which had the effect of pushing her breasts against the flimsy tank top. Her nipples hardened beneath his gaze, tight peaks of aching need just begging for his touch, his mouth and he knew damn well he was going to kiss her. She obviously knew it, too, and she wasn't about to stop him.
God, he had to taste her or go insane. His gaze never left hers as he lowered his mouth, touching his lips to hers.
Sizzling heat sparked between them, electricity that traveled directly to his groin. Yet as much as he wanted to satisfy the ache she'd inspired from the first time they'd met, he wanted to kiss her more. To devour her sweet, warm, moist mouth in a completely primitive display of possession.
That's how this woman made him feel. Aggressive and hungry for her. So when a soft moan of acquiescence escaped her throat and her lips opened wide, he indulged his desires. He slid his tongue inside her welcoming mouth, filling, learning and savoring each seductive movement she made, her tongue mating with his, matching him thrust for eager thrust. Her hands cupped first his cheeks, then traveled until her fingertips ran through his hair and tugged on his scalp. Just when he didn't think they could get any closer, she somehow managed.
If it was possible to make love to her with his mouth, that's exactly what Vaughn did. The instantaneous reaction and spontaneous combustion was more than even he'd bargained for.
He tasted her sweetness and he wanted more. Needed more. He thread his fingers through her hair and felt the silken strands sift through his fingertips in a waterfall of sensation. He tugged on one long lock, pulling at the nape of her neck.
With a sensual moan he hadn't expected, she twisted against him, easing her body against his and he responded. His groin hardened, seeking a home between her legs and he ground against her, damning the barrier of clothing separating them.
His hands reached for the waistband of her sweats when a yapping bark brought him out of the haze of desire and allowed reality to resurface.
'Boris,' she murmured, almost drowsily.
'I'm not Boris, I'm Vaughn.'
She laughed and leaned her forehead against his.
He savored the intimate moment, which was quickly ruined when Q-Tip squatted and peed on Vaughn's favorite pair of Nike's. Nothing could have killed the moment faster. Nothing could have been more welcome.
'Boris. Bad!' Annabelle said sternly. 'I'm sorry.'
The lodge was his whole world right now-it gave him a sense of purpose and he needed it so he could help the kids.
He'd had everything to lose and nothing to gain by kissing her.
Annabelle groaned. 'Boris might not think your home is his territory, but he's obviously decided to make his mark on you.'
Most importantly, Vaughn was out of the doghouse with Yank, and another bonehead move like this would put him right back in.
'You aren't laughing,' Annabelle continued rambling and cringed. 'You're ticked. I guess I'd be ticked, too.'
He slid his tongue over his lips and swallowed a groan when he tasted Annabelle and the tidal wave of desire washed over him once more.
'And you aren't listening to a word I've said,' Annabelle said, reinforcing her words with a kick of her foot against his with an admirable amount of force he couldn't ignore.
'I heard you,' he muttered.
'Then what'd I say?' She slipped away and began to straighten her shirt and smooth her disheveled hair.
He'd tangled that hair, he thought and his fingertips tingled all over again. Damn, this woman was one potent package. She distracted him and caused way too much havoc with his mind and body.
'I asked you to repeat what I said.' She swung her foot back and perched her toe against the grass. 'Did you hear me? Or do I need to kick you again?'
He scowled. 'You said you were sorry and you'd have the dog put down if he peed on my feet again.'
She glanced at him, horrified, 't said nothing of the sort. I-'
'You said that Q-Tip here's decided to mark me as his territory.' Just as Annabelle had obviously marked him. Vaughn shook his head, frustrated with himself and her ability to make his every thought turn to her.
'Something like that.' She touched her lips with her fingers.
Whether idly or on purpose, she had him thinking about kissing her again. And for the reasons he'd just listed in his head and would permanently emblazon on his brain,
CHAPTER SIX
OH YEAH, BABY. Those were the only words floating through Annabelle's mind as she sat in her room, jotting down notes on the people she'd met today. Those somehow related to Vaughn by either work or friendship.
She started a diagram but couldn't concentrate, so she moved on to the press release. She needed Vaughn to
