It's more the way his hand feels against her skin that makes Jenny inhale sharply, and the sudden thought that she wishes he would move it just a little higher. Not half as experienced as she would like to believe she is (and is that a good thing or a bad thing here, she wonders? He knows about David, but they weren't married; what if he's expecting her to be something she isn't?), it's all still strange and so new, this desire that's more physical than logical, not about the fact of something happening but rather him. That's not the sort of thing she's inclined to ignore. Right now, she can't think of a single reason why she should, anyway, and she tends to be good at that.

"I think that works," she says, trying for a teasing smile, though she doesn't quite manage. At a time like this, it would seem out of place; she wouldn't dare to put any kind of name on her feelings for Cameron, but looking at him now, that's all there is, humor falling by the wayside in the face of it. Though it's still difficult to maneuver, she keeps her gaze on him as she lifts her hips enough to get the petticoat over them. Teeth pressing briefly to her lower lip, she nods towards his hand. "You're going to have to move that if you want these off all the way, though."