She gasps, and Jerry swallows a moan, the sound that does leave him muffled against her mouth. At the best of times, she makes him crazy; she has the entire time he's known her, longer, even, when he had to be out of his mind to walk over to her in the first place. Now, though, it's out of necessity as much as anything else, all his focus on her and what she does to him because he can't afford to let it be anywhere else. He's spent more than enough time on all of that, and kept her waiting besides. He'd much rather spend his time fully in the present, wrapped up in Grace. Tugging her bra out from between them and letting it fall to the floor, he lifts a hand to cup her breast, the other working at the buckle of his belt. Even without her dress fully off yet, he can't see any reason to stay in the rest of his clothes, either.