Excerpt of Wanting it

Man, her lips were downright mesmerizing. And her voice was just husky enough that he wanted to hear it in isolated silence, without the clutter of noise in the room to distract from it. There was no way to add that element to his ongoing private graphic novel, but it wasn't a tone he'd forget any time soon.
Her almost-empty drink had a cute little umbrella on it that she twirled. She angled the straw to the remaining pink liquid, then put those perfect, luscious lips on the tip and sucked. Her lips pursed, her cheeks indented and for that nano-second, it seemed like time slammed on the brakes and held him captive by the balls.
A rush of desire tightened in his testicles, bringing on a very thick and uncontrolled erection. Sweet Christ!
Maybe she had a point about lust after all. It didn't help to catch the reflection of her sexy--and a tad bit sneaky--smile in the bar mirror.
Desire unfurled, dragging his thoughts down erotic paths. He turned back to her, glad that three men were trying to also reach the bar, their bodies forming a barrier in front of her that she seemed unwilling to break through. The bartender was working overtime and Troy guessed it would be a while before he worked his way toward them.
He noticed her looking around, and felt a dull disappointment. "Looking for the guy that bought you the drink?"
"You mean your overly-flirty friend? Nope." She shrugged, the movement drawing his gaze from her slender shoulder to her elegant neck, then back to her watchful eyes. "There was a meeting in the ladies room, and we all agreed on who the slicksters are."
Ah, yes, the women's network. No wonder women always liked to go two at a time to powder their noses.
She finally put her empty glass on the bar, then turned to him. "You dance?"
He hesitated, wondering if she was a drink away from groping him, too. "Sure."
"You don't sound sure."
"I was wondering what your name might be."
"Does it matter?"
"Yeah. Tonight it does."
She paused and he could tell she was thinking of giving him a fake name.
"Jenna."
He wasn’t sure if it was the truth or not. "Troy," he introduced himself. "Nice to meet you."
She glanced at the dance floor, then back at him, her eyes filled with amusement. "Now, can we dance?"
He took her hand, noting the slenderness, and led the way. The dance floor was deafening, and packed worse than the crowd at the bar, which made the air several degrees warmer, mingling perfumes, colognes and desires into a light musty scent. Mentally, he added the crush of people into his graphic novel.
Ms. Lips was saying something and Troy tried to read her mouth-- following the movements of her unbelievably perfect lips--which at the moment, were keeping him from drawing altogether. When she realized he couldn't hear her, she crooked her finger at him and danced her way toward another end of the dance floor that was slightly less crowded.
Hidden, glittering lights flashed and spun around the room, giving the impression that the room was spinning. Despite the crowd, he found himself captivated by her . . . only her.
There was nothing subtle in the bold, sensual way she moved. In the warm space of the dance floor, their bodies brushed together, pushed by other bodies in the wave of bumping and grinding, her body shifting against his in a not-so-accidental rhythm. Her full breasts swayed in the snug, silky top she wore. Her curvy hips and round ass made his finger itch to touch them, and the I-could-screw-your-brains-out glimmer in her eyes had been tugging at his chain all night. Even the light, gleaming perspiration on her face made him think of sex.
She wasn't a glamorous beauty, but her wide, full lips, almost exotic eyes, and her blatant confidence was irresistible. They danced one song after the next until he lost track and the DJ switched to slower grooves. The pace of music streamed in his veins and her sultry cat-and-mouse flirting was putting a strain on his erection. He knew he'd have to find an unobtrusive way to adjust himself soon.
She did a sassy dance turn and her face ended just inches from his. In a flash, he caught her, and giving into the fierce instinct that had been driving him crazy, he kissed her. It was just a light touch of his lips with hers, when what he really wanted was to devour that tempting, sexy mouth of hers and drink his fill. Trapped in the sexy little turn, she gasped just a second before the contact, but then she moved into him, and to his surprise, kissed him back, her tongue boldly slipping more intimately against his, wordlessly answering the question about how the night would end.
His hands tightened against her hips and he dug deep for the control to keep from kissing her again. With the way he was feeling, there was a good chance he'd make a fool of himself like the uncontrollable couple at the bar. No, he was going to take this slowly, enjoy every single second of delicious tension.
She didn't try to kiss him again either, and if anything, that was another turn-on.
When the song ended, they worked their way back to the bar, while he followed her like a caveman with a boner. They reached the bar and he found himself having to speak into her ear to be heard, being very careful not to touch her.
"Thirsty?" he asked.
"A little."
"What're you having?"
She seemed to think about it for a moment, then a small smile played on those suck-perfect lips of hers and she licked them lightly before speaking into his ear. Her breathing was throaty and he could hear the delicate quiver of need in her words.
"I'll have several condoms and reasons to use them."
Aw, Jesus!
That message was clear enough. For an endless moment, the need to have her was so strong, he was unable to look away from her, trapped in the passion and excitement in her eyes.
She leaned to speak into his ear. "Were you hoping I'd be subtle or coy?"