As he helped her lay back, Montague’s hand on her bum moved, down along her waist, hip, leg- lightly toying with the pale skin of her knee as he used his other hand to balance himself as he looked down at her. He smirked, licking his lips at the sight. Sometimes she could be so provocative….and the innocent look in her green blue eyes was more then enough to set him alight.
Rolling his weight to an elbow, his lips fluttered above hers as the smirk grew across his face. The hand on her leg began a slow rise up the still slightly sticky skin, letting the towel around her body bunch at his wrist. “Perhaps we should fix that.” He added huskily, letting his lips brush hers.