Doing his best to shrug his shirt farther off without putting any distance between them, Jerry makes a soft sound against her mouth, far past the point of being able to hide it. He wouldn't bother even if he could. Right now, there's no need, when the way he kisses her speaks pretty well for itself, and when she's the one who started undressing him in the first place, not the other way around. Sure as hell not about to complain about that, he gives in, a hand sliding along her back in search of the zipper he's sure has got to be on her dress somewhere. Even if he doesn't intend to hurry through this, concerned more with just keeping her close than anything they do, there's certainly no reason he can think of why she should have to stay fully dressed when he'd much rather have his hands on her skin.