Path To Retaliation (Fighter's Den, #2)

Chapter 2 - Cameron

Holy fuck.

It's alive.

My dick is alive.

And not the kind of half-assed occasional twitch that would remind me of its presence, but the full blown raging hard-on that presses against my jeans. I don't even mind the pain because it's been far too long since my body reacted like this without prescriptions. I thought for sure that I'd have to carry around those damn pills every time I wanted to get laid but I was pleasantly surprised when my anatomy responded this way without a single touch. Nothing. Nada. Just a hard look at the perfect hour glass figure, long hair, and the sexiest face I've ever seen on a woman. I could immediately place her as Latina and her foreign features were my undoing the second my eyes landed on her.

Jesus Christ, was I undone.

It was like...fuck, I don't know. Electricity. I felt like I was struck with a bolt of lightening the way my body had locked up and come alive all in the same breath.

And now, with her approaching me, a cunning little glint in her eye, I'm finding it real hard to breathe all of a sudden. And I'm really fucking excited about what else she can bring to the table. A woman hasn't gotten to me like this in what feels like forever and she hasn't even laid a hand on me yet.

She's going to fucking ruin me, isn't she?

"Hi." Her velvety voice speaks up as she perches herself against the table.

"Hey." I grin at her, feeling more like myself now and not the dumb-struck idiot I was a few moment ago.

"Sorry for the lack of conversation back there." She looks me dead on and shrugs. "You kind of made me go stupid with all this hotness you have going on."

I let out a surprised laugh. She might possibly be the most forward woman I've ever encountered. Fuck, if I wasn't intrigued by that.

"How interesting." I can practically feel my eyes gleaming. "I was going to tell you the exact same thing."

"Guess I shouldn't be surprised since you asked me to bear your children."

"The offer still stands. With my looks and yours, we'd be doing the world a service."

She throws her head back and laughs a rich, throaty laugh that instantly puts a smile on my face. Her radiance is maddeningly contagious. She holds her fist out and without thought, I bump it. Then I pause.

Did she just fist-bump me?

I think I might be in love.

"I'm Avery by the way. Avery Cruz." She holds her slender hand out and I encase it in mine, giving it a shake. I don't let go.

"Cameron West. Are you of Hispanic heritage?"

Her lashes lower. "Sí."

"Fuck." I groan. "Can you say something super sexy so that I'll have absolutely no willpower to resist you and you corrupt me for all other women?"

Rather than be appalled at my words, as I'd expected, she acts as if what I said to her was the most natural thing in the world. Fuck, yeah, I'm digging this chick. She smiles and leans forward to whisper in my ear. "Quiero sentarme en tu cara."

"Hot." I nod my head rapidly in approval. "What's it mean?"

The hand that's still holding mine releases me to fist my shirt. She tugs me closer and I gulp, completely thrown off. Usually I'm the one pulling the moves but damn if she isn't giving me a run for my money right now. She leans up on her tiptoes and I hold my breath while she translates her words, her mouth inches from my own. "I want to sit on your face."