Just hearing him say that, that he's wanted her for a long time, leaves Jenny all but breathless, instinctively lying back at his prompting, gaze still fixed on him. Somehow, the very fact of that alone — not just his having wanted her, but his not having said anything, not pressuring her into it at all — makes her want him all the more, instinctively parting her legs so he can fit between them. She's nervous, all but terrified, there's no denying that, but far more than that, she's certain, and ready to be done with this anticipation. "No more waiting," she repeats with a small smile as she looks up at him, resting a hand at his shoulder. "Cameron."