Hissing against her mouth, Jerry presses forward into her hand without having to think about it, already too eager for more. Her fingers wrapped around him are just about maddening with as badly as he wants her, if only because they're standing out here, where there isn't anything he can do about it. Even so, he kisses her again, keeping her close instead of trying to move. Regardless of the circumstances, he'd be fucking crazy to pull away from her at all, and he knows it. "And here you were the one saying we should go to the bedroom," he says, voice low and rough with need, his teeth catching on her lip. "Keep that up, and we'll never get there."