Leo's heart hammered violently in his chest. The muscles in Anderson's back were strong and well sculpted. His body ran from a nice, wide shoulder into a slender waist. Though he was tempted to walk forward and pull the towel away, Leo refrained. He cleared his throat and Anderson jerked around.
"Sorry. I shouldn't be walking around half naked but I got an idea and had to scribble it down before I forgot it."
Leo desperately tried not staring but how could he not?
"Leo?"
"Yeah?"
"What's wrong?"
"I think you should get dressed."
Anderson tilted his head and rested a hand on his hip. He didn't move, which made Leo want to scream. "Please."
"Leo, come on. You're a cop. I'm pretty sure they taught you how to explain things. What's going on?"
"Please tell me you're not that dense!"
"Dense? I don't know what you're talking about."
Leo didn't even realize he was moving. All he knew was he had Anderson by the back of the neck, body trapped between his own and the table, and fused his lips to Anderson's. He pried the man's lush lips open and shoved his tongue into Anderson's heat. He moaned. Between the haze of his mind and the heat of the kiss, there was a small break. He jerked back from Anderson and slammed his fist into the counter. But the pain wasn't anything compared to the shame he felt for what he'd just done.
"I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry?" Anderson questioned. His voice sounded husky—almost aroused—but Leo figured that was all in his head.
"I shouldn't have done that, especially since you're not gay. It won't happen again."
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Leo." Anderson walked from the room.
Though Leo wanted to follow, he didn't. He remained where he was, fingers gripping the counter tightly, head down, and eyes pressed shut. But though he tried, he just couldn't get Anderson's taste from his mind. Each time he licked his lips, he tasted the professor and every time he moved, the hardness of his body came back to Leo.
"Shit."
Anderson entered the room again. "Sorry. I forgot something."
Leo looked at the table to see a marker lying there.
"At least tell me," Leo said instead.
Instead of speaking, Anderson turned and moved in close, so close Leo could feel the professor's breath against his face. He licked his lips, trying to step away but the counter trapped him.
"You want to know if I'm gay," Anderson spoke, reaching forward and cupping Leo's arousal.
"Damn, Anderson, don't…"
"Don't what?" Anderson squeezed.
Leo sucked air in through his gritted teeth and reached for the back of Anderson's neck. He held on tight, grinding his hips forward. Anderson took his breath away when their lips met again—this time on purpose. He allowed Anderson to take his mouth and drink from it. Moaning, he fell back slightly, resting his free hand to Anderson's hip while his own drove forward repeatedly.
"What do you think, Leo?"
"I think I'm in a lot of trouble."
Chapter Six
Anderson ground against Leo, feeling the cop hard and trembling against him. Moaning, he moved his mouth from Leo's lips to his chiseled cheekbones, down his long neck, to kiss across his clothed shoulder. When Leo's arms tightened around him, Anderson smiled and slipped even closer to him. He crushed his dick into Leo's until they whispered each other's names.
"We should stop," Leo panted. "We can't do this."
But neither could stop. Anderson felt if he was to back away, he would die. Their lips found each other's again and he felt so completely heated, all he wanted to do was get the fire out. Leo's arms caressed his back and clutched at his hips before snaking around him again. Anderson relished in the feeling of being held in such strong arms and sighed. He fought with getting Leo's shirt over his head. He tossed it behind him and instantly reached for Leo's buckle. Once he had the pants down, he didn't bother having Leo step out. He merely sank to his knees and pulled Leo into his mouth.
"Oh damn!" Leo cried, pushing on the back of Anderson's head. "Your tongue feels so good…"
Anderson swirled his tongue around the head before grazing it lightly with his teeth. He was rewarded with a hot, spurt of pre-cum. Moaning, Anderson swallowed. He fondled Leo's balls, before moving his mouth down to them. After lashing them with his tongue, he just had to taste Leo melting on his tongue again.
"You're so good at this!" Leo gasped. "We have to go to the bedroom,"
Anderson had no intention of letting him go but Leo pulled him up and Anderson hitched up Leo's pants. Leo took his hand and led him down the corridor to the bedroom. There, Leo shoved him onto the bed and began digging through a bedside table drawer.
Anderson took the time to strip down naked then lie back on the bed, touching himself. He trailed a finger over the head of his dick and looked at it. It was covered with cum. When Leo came to him, he smiled.
"Open your mouth."
Leo didn't question him but did as he asked. Anderson stuck his finger in and shivered. Holding his head with one hand, Anderson whispered something even his own mind couldn't decipher.
Leo's finger found his ass and fondled it before it sank in. Anderson gasped then smiled in pure bliss. He was being sucked from one end and impaled from the other.
"Roll over," Leo demanded. "Get on your knees."
Anderson couldn't think. All he could do was what Leo told him. He arched his back, reached beneath his body and stroked his cock. He squeezed it tight and jerked himself until a damn finger rubbed against his ready hole. He moaned.
He wasn't entirely sure when Leo got undressed, but the next thing he knew, Leo's dick was sinking into him slowly, deeply.
"Leo—harder!"
"Patience. You're so—damn tight."
"Give it to me! Fuck me!"
"Aren't we a little slut?"
Anderson laughed and slammed his hips back pushing Leo roughly into him. He whimpered, and his muscles went limp.
It was blissful—completely perfect. His eyes widened, along with his mouth. Leo ground his hips forward, sinking further.
"Oh yes…"
Bending forward, he bit into a pillow and allowing this man he barely knew to take him roughly. Each time Leo dipped in deep, Anderson felt as if everything was perfect with the world, for pure pleasure surged through him.
The sounds Leo made above him, their bodies colliding and Leo sliding between his cheeks, sent a wave rushing through Anderson. Licking his lips, he pulled away from his lover and rolled over to his back. He knew he would climax soon and when he did, he wanted to see Leo. He wanted their eyes to meet. That thought scared him a little more than he cared to admit. He'd never dreamt of being wild in bed with anyone. Before, his orgasms were private but with Leo—he wanted to shout his joy so loud the world heard.
Leo must have read his mind, for the moment he was on his back, Leo shoved in deep again, bracing Anderson's legs against his hips. Reaching down, Leo pinched his nipples and that was it for Anderson.
Arching upward, he forced himself to keep his eyes open and while Leo twisted his nipples and, their gazes locked, he had the most powerful orgasm ever. A wild cry ripped from his lips just as spurts of hot cum sprayed through the air, landing on his chest and abs.
"Anderson…"
His name—like a prayer—tumbled from Leo's mouth just before the cop leaned forward and took his lips. Anderson knew why, for Leo's dick jerked then stiffened inside him just before the condom stretched with hard force.
Together they slumped to the bed and he listened to Leo's heavy breathing.
"Damn, Anderson. Just—damn."
Anderson laughed. "You were no prude yourself. That was amazing."
"Stop… please… don't stop."
Anderson chuckled and turned his head to look into Leo's eyes. He touched Leo's cheek gently then took a breath and pressed his hand to the bed. "I don't even know where that condom came from."
Leo smirked. "I'm smooth like that."
Anderson laughed. Then silence filled the room. Neither man looked away.
"We're going to catch him you know," Leo whispered. "Don't worry about it. It may not be tomorrow or the day after, but we'll catch him."
"I know."
"We found a flower in your father's house. The lab said it was love-lies-bleeding."
"How did that get there?"
Leo shrugged and caressed his fingers over Anderson's shoulder. "I don't know. But we are pretty sure of one thing right now."
"What's that?"
"The person who killed your father was the person who broke into your house."
"How do you know that?"
"The red powder we found at your place is the same flower."
"Okay." Anderson sat on and crossed his legs meditation style. "This guy kills my father by cutting off his head…"
"Your dad was strangled."
Anderson suddenly couldn't breathe. He pushed from the bed, bolted out the door, and tore down the hall to the bathroom. He didn't have time to close the door. Everything he'd eaten that day came right back. He barely managed to catch the sink. His body heaved powerfully as the stench of vomit filled the air around him.
"Anderson?"
He couldn't answer. He merely slipped to the ground with his throat burning.
Leo entered and knelt beside him. "I'm sorry. I should have said that with more… I don't know. I'm sorry."
"Can I have some water?"
"Sure."
Hearing Leo's footsteps disappear down the hall, Anderson gripped the sink and pulled himself to stand. He turned on the water, washed out the sink then rinsed his mouth. Closing the toilet, he sat on the seat and buried his face in his hands.
"Here you go."
Thanking Leo, Anderson took slow sips of the water, soothing his throat.
"Come on. Come to bed," Leo whispered taking his hand. "Hopefully things will look different in the morning."
Smiling sadly, Anderson allowed Leo to lead him back to bed.
Chapter Seven
Before the alarm clock could go off, Leo stuck a hand out and turned it off. He was shocked at first to feel a hard body next to his. It had been so long since he woke up having a lover beside him. When he saw the body and the handsome face of Anderson Williams, he first wondered if Jazmon would approve of him seeing his son. Though he didn't want to get out of bed, he bit his tongue, kissed Anderson's shoulder, and eased from the bed. He took some time to watch Anderson sleep before smiling at the silliness he was feeling and left to turn on the coffeemaker. Once that was done, he took a shower and got dressed before re-entering the bedroom.
"Hey… Andy. Wake up."
Anderson moaned but didn't open his eyes. Leo couldn't help himself then. He leaned in, slid a hand down Anderson's toned body, and caressed his cock to life. He bit along Anderson's collar and whispered his name again. "Anderson… open your eyes for me."
This time Anderson's lashes slowly lifted to reveal a heated stare. "What a way to wake up." Anderson laughed softly. "Give me your mouth."
While their tongues swirled around each other's, Leo took in the moment, feeling Anderson pulsate against his hand. He's been with a few men but none of them would have gone for being jacked off first thing in the morning. But Anderson was arching into him, kissing him deeper, and moaning for him. He stroked Anderson with a tight fist until Anderson yanked his mouth away, shoved upward roughly, and a hot, wet burst shot out against Leo's hand.
"Damn, seeing you come looks so good," Leo whispered, kissing Anderson's nose then lips.
"Maybe we should switch."
"I would love to, but I have to go find my partner. I haven't been able to get hold of him. I made coffee but I don't have much in way of food in the kitchen."
"Don't worry. I have to go to the gym first then lecture."
"Do you have to?"
"Yeah. My students need me right now as much as I need them."
"Be careful today, please?"
Anderson said nothing. Though he was still breathing a little hard and studying Leo intently.
"I'll be careful."
"What time do you leave?"
"What time is it now?"
"Seven in the morning."
"I should be leaving now," Anderson replied with a smile. "I'd better get up."
"I'll leave you a key in the kitchen on the counter," Leo told him. "Don't forget to take it when you leave."
After sharing another kiss, Leo reluctantly left the apartment. He took a moment to sit outside the building, just watching it. He didn't want to leave until after Anderson but he really had to get on track again to catch the killer. The thought he'd crossed the line with Anderson had flowed through his mind. But didn't he deserve to be happy now? He'd done everything else by the book and still he was thirty-five and single. Still, he should be concentrating on the killer. Once they caught him he could focus on his happiness.
With one final look at his building, he looked around, started the ignition, and pulled away from the curb.
The CB radio in the car crackled from time to time and he turned it down. He didn't even bother turning on music. He just didn't want anything to mess with his train of thought. He tried calling Daniel but didn't have any success in reaching his partner.
He stopped at Daniel's house but there was no one there. It was strange because normally Mary, Daniel's wife, would be home. They didn't have any children yet so she was usually there typing away at the computer. She worked for a publishing house in England. It was amazing how the internet worked.
He looked through the windows out of habit but nothing moved on the inside, so he got back into his car and sped away. When he entered the station house, his partner wasn't at his desk so he checked the break room to find Daniel sitting in a corner peering at a file. Falling into the seat across from Daniel, Leo tilted his head.
"Why do you have a cell phone?" Leo wanted to know.
"You called? Damn, sorry. Mary and I got into it again and I thought it was her calling."
"Caller ID, Daniel."