Even having done this before (in the most technical sense, because it wasn't really anything like this), Jenny knows she's never been made to feel so beautiful, so wanted before, and without quite being able to explain why, it makes her want him all the more. Then again, she thinks it would be impossible not to; the way he touches her, kisses her, says her name, it's like she's the center of his entire world, a thought that's entirely too appealing. Letting her head fall to the side, she draws in a shallow breath, more exhilarated than she could bother trying to hide, not that she would even want to. Hand skimming slowly over his back, trying to memorize each curve of bone and muscle, she bites down hard on her lower lip, though it can't keep her from smiling, however out of place that might be at a time like this. "God, this was — such a good idea."