Damon moaned and ground against Elena as her legs wrapped around his waist. Of all the women he'd been with, none of them made him lose himself the way she did. The taste of her skin on his lips, drove him wild. And he wanted nothing more than to show her exactly how much of an effect she had on him. How sorry he was, how much of an idiot he knew he was, and how much he needed her.
Then, when Elena tilted his head so that his lips met hers again. Damon's hands slipped under the fabric of her shirt, caressing the smooth, soft skin underneath. He knew there was something he was forgetting, but he no longer cared what that was.
Growling with impatience, and not wanting to stop kissing her for even a second. He bunched her shirt in his hands, and ripped it from her back. Baring the beautiful olive skin underneath. Before lowering her to lie back on the table. Barely noticing when they knocked her half-full coffee cup to the ground.