Anxious as she's been, there's something relieving in it now, Jenny finds, no longer having to worry about the removing of her corset and able to get more caught up in the here and now because of it. Just the way his fingers brush her skin is enough to leave her wanting more, back arching to lean further into his touch, her lips parting against his. There are still plenty of clothes to be rid of — he has her at a major disadvantage, still being half-dressed as he is — but this is a start, infinitely better than they were even a few moments ago just for what this enables him to do. She would always have suspected that he would be wonderful, but this is something else entirely, the mix of reverence and desire utterly heady. It's never been like this before, and she thinks, suddenly, that the idea of sex is all the more appealing because of it.