The hand at her sides slipped up, following her arm, lightly grasping the wrist of a hand buried in his hair and grinned, still reminding himself to breath. Pulling away the hand he kissed the knuckles before watching her turn around, chuckling at her words before moving both hands to her waist, grasping it in a soft touch.
Leaning down Montague’s lips fluttered across the back curve of her neck as he chuckled again. “Relax.” He said quietly, thickly, before sitting back, his hands slipping up over her back. One moved to push the long tipped-wet locks from her back over a shoulder, while the other slid to knead the muscles of her perfect neck.