AN: Thank you for the reviews, lovely readers! Question … Who thinks we are ready for some more heat? I do! ... Kricket

After getting settled into the villa, Derek suggested going out for dinner, as was their usual when they first arrived into town. This was a big difference here from their usual stops-this place had a kitchen, including a full bar!

Penelope shook her head. "Hot Stuff, there are all sorts of fantastic things in this fridge; cheese, ham, bread, wine, tomatoes..."

"Baby," he began, "I am a really shitty cook, and I don't want you to have to do it all, so-"

"Nonsense," she scoffed. "How about I make us a couple of good sandwiches, you cut up some fruit, and we can eat out on terrace at that table by the pool?"

He came over and stood by her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Sounds great. How about we go for a dip afterwards?"

She frowned a little, wondering why he suggested that. "D, you know I didn't bring my suit."

He put his hand under her chin and smiled that crooked half smile she loved. "Who said anything about suits?"

In spite of her best intentions, Penelope blushed. But then she surprised herself, and probably him, by saying, "We better put robes on before we go down."

Beaming at her, he leaned forward and kissed her lips quickly. "That's my girl."

She grinned back at him, and shooed him away, while she made the sandwiches. A moment later, he came down wrapped in a thick white terrycloth robe. She cast her eyes over him appreciatively, noticing his hair roughened calves and bare brown feet. The man was damned lucky: even his feet were attractive!

Trading places with him, she ran up the stairs to her room, taking everything off, including her control top panties she was wearing. She looked quickly at herself in the mirror, noticing just about every imperfection. She was grateful she waxed before the trip; at least her skin was smooth and silky.

Tugging on her matching robe, she belted the waist loosely and headed down the stairs. Derek was standing in the kitchen still, peeling and sectioning oranges.

"Hey, try this," he said, holding up a piece of the succulent fruit.

She padded over on her bare feet, and held his wrist, before tasting the piece of fruit from his fingers. "Mmm, excellent."

He smiled at her, his eyes darkening just the slightest bit, before handing her two full wine glasses. "Here, sugar. I got the plates."

They headed down the terraced garden to the private pool. The sun was setting in Palma de Mallorca, but it was still warm and beautiful. The ocean breezes were gentle tonight, caressing their skin as they ate the crusty bread and thick slices of ham and cheese.

They chatted until the sun went almost completely down, and the automatic lights around the pool started, illuminating the water. The pool water was azure blue, clear and clean, and looked very inviting.

Derek stood first and walked to the edge of the pool near a reclining lounger. There, he removed his robe, tossing it on the chair, revealing his absolute perfect nakedness. She'd known about his wide shoulders, trim waist and narrow hips; he wore his clothes too well to hide his physique. However, naked…he was even more beautiful. Long, lean thighs, thick with muscles, a tight butt, and a penis that made her stifle a gasp. He was only partially erect, and he was already impressive.

She only had a moment to truly savor him before he turned and dived head first into the pool. Derek was an awesome swimmer; she'd known he did laps in the Quantico pool. Always the health nut, even on vacation, he started swimming a few laps now.

Penelope took that moment when he wouldn't be watching her to stand and shrug off her robe. She dipped a toe in to test the water temperature; it was like bathwater. She jumped into the shallow end, which was about waist deep. She had her arms crossed over her breasts; there was something about being so exposed that made her nervous.

When she felt completely used to the temperature, she dove under and came up in the deeper part of the water. It was about six feet deep there; she was treading water when Derek swam up by her side.

"Hi, beautiful."

"Hi, handsome."

"Looks like you're having just a bit of difficulty." He grinned at her, then reached for the edge of the pool and her wrist at the same time, pulling her naked body up against his.

The feel of her soft, wet breasts against his chest nearly sent Derek sinking to the bottom of the pool. It was the best feeling he'd ever had, the closest to heaven he'd ever be. He wrapped his arm around her waist as she placed one hand on his shoulder and the other sort of covering her chest. After a second's thought, her modesty must've lost out; she put the other hand around his shoulder, then moved closer and wrapped her arms around his neck.

There wasn't any need for words at that moment. Derek leaned his head forward and captured her lips in a hungry, hot kiss. He couldn't get enough of tasting her, of the sweet nectar of her mouth. He licked inside her mouth, and she responded with her own tongue stroking against his, stoking the fire he had burning in him. God, she was responsive and giving, and absolutely electric, unlike any other woman he'd kissed before.

Penelope was starving for him. She'd had a delicious meal, but she wanted to make him her feast. She continued kissing him abandon, her nipples beading against the hard surface of his chest. She could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against her stomach, just barely about where she needed it the most. And she definitely needed it. She ached, she could feel moisture that had nothing to do with the pool, and her body throbbed with want. She wiggled against him in a pure instinctive drive.

Derek groaned against her mouth, and reached his other hand over to pull her closer..

And they immediately began to sink.

Penelope sucked in a huge lungful of water out of surprise as they went down, and Derek tried to thrust her to the surface as he went under, too. Not understanding what he was trying to do, she struggled against him. He let her go, and she kicked to the surface, grabbing the side of the pool.

When he surfaced, he gasped for air and heard her coughing and choking. He reached the side of the pool where she was at and looked at her in concern. "Are you okay?"

She coughed, and nodded, and then sounded like she was coughing and laughing, too. "Oh... Hot..Stuff..." she sputtered, giggling between each word.

Soon, he was grinning and laughing, too. "I guess this wasn't such a great idea after all."

"Tom-" she paused to cough again. "Tomorrow it will be. We just need to get used to kissing each other more."

His grin grew even bigger. "Oh, hell, yes, sweetheart."

"Should we head up to sleep?"

He nodded, feeling a little disappointed, but understanding, too. She probably was in no mood to make love now, considering that she'd nearly drowned!

Using the edge, he pushed himself out of the pool onto his feet, slid on his robe, and handed hers over to her. Penelope strolled out of the pool and put her robe on, but not before giving Derek a delicious view of her nicely curved ass. Derek was a man who loved curves, and Penelope's certainly didn't disappoint!

Derek looped an arm across her shoulders, she looped an arm around his waist, and they began to climb the steps.

At the top of the stairs, he turned to her and cupped her face in his hands. "Goodnight, Baby Girl."

She smiled at him, a touch wistfully. "Goodnight, Hot Stuff."

Then he leaned over, and gave her a gentle kiss. And then another…and yet another…

And then she tugged the front of his robe forward to give him another kiss. And then another.

Never breaking contact with her mouth, Derek reached his arm below her knees, and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her through the door of his bedroom as they continued to exchange kisses.