"So much so that I know the Arrows can win against Ballycastle with their eyes closed." He teased back, "but then what do I know?" Montague gave a shrug and a glance, eyes dancing with amusement as he held off a full bodied laugh at her words.
As he worked slowly over the tanning skin of her neck, Montague smirked at her little moan, letting his mouth sink lower to her collar bone, his tongue gently pressing at each touch. At her words, blood rushed from his brain and his hand on her back clenched quickly, suddenly, before returning to normal and stepping back slightly so his gaze could match hers. "Is that so?" He asked, letting his hand slip lower.