One hand burying itself in her hair, the other made its way to comfortably finding the dip in her lower back; fingertips playing with the soft skin there as his mouth engulfed hers. The soft lips, the slight tangy of her mouth... he wanted to press further, revel in her full taste, her body... but there would be time enough for that later.
Slowly, his kisses becoming less feverish, soft pecks; until he was able to step away with his breath and body under control (as much as they could be as she stood in her undergarments). Moving his hand from her hair, instead it trailed to her ear, teasing the earring there, before trace her jawline.
The hand on her back then slid from her to his pocket, pulling out his wand. With a nonverbal and a smirk at her, Montague prodded her to walk backwards. "As you chose the bathroom, I believe," Montague bit the inside of his cheek, still holding a dark smirk on his features, "a bath is in order.