All Jerry can do is groan in response, though it's an obvious agreement, his mouth meeting hers once more as he tugs at his boxers, trying to cast them aside with his pants. Saying that he wants her too would be pointless with as clear as it is, and that's all the more reason to keep it to himself, to act on it instead. Making sure she's gotten rid of the last of her clothing, he curls a hand against her hip, the other sliding around to her ass. He'll need a free hand in a moment, but he can't do anything about it just yet, needing to hoist her up first. "I know," he says finally. "I know, me, too."