He could have laughed at the way she moved against him, he wasn't sure her end in the game, what she wanted to accomplish- but he couldn't complain as his own end result (though he was saying the contrary) was to have her in the study, probably against his desk.
Lips ducking to the curve of her alabaster neck (though much tanner then usual), while his hand took advantage of the room she had suddenly given him access too. Slipping in further, her raised thigh allowed his hand to previous duck against the skin in a way he had not been able to prior due to her expanding belly. While the new position still didn't quite allow him access to her wet heat, his fingers kneaded and pressed against the flesh, one step closer to his goal.
"Waste what time?" He asked agaisnt the skin, smirking still. "Should I be leaving yet, still?" Montague asked letting the hand on her thigh slide down closer to her knee, in a fake motion to remove it's grasp (though not actually doing so).