Back to the Heart (17 page)

“Wow,” was all she could think of to say.

“How have you been?” he asked, oblivious to her shock.

“Missing you. My mother is going to be devastated that she won’t be able to call you Sunshine anymore. Shouldn’t you be wearing glasses?” The words came out in a jumbled mess.

“Oh.” Ryan let out a nervous laugh, looking up as if he could see his own hair. “Do you not like it?”

“I do. It’s just drastic. For a second, I wasn’t sure if it was really you.” The real question playing in her mind was why, but she wanted him to explain without her having to ask.

“I’m not naturally blond. And this is my real eye color. I just wore the contacts because I’ve always wanted blue eyes, like yours. But contacts can’t make that color. Every time I look into your eyes, it’s like looking into the clearest lake. I love your eyes.”

It only took a few words to charm her. What he looked like didn’t matter. He was still devastatingly handsome, and he was still her Ryan. If he wanted to change his hair color every week, she didn’t care as long as he was by her side.

“How did the business meeting go?”

“Everything went smoothly. I have no complaints. Only that I’m not there in your arms. What about you? Anything exciting happening at the ranch?”

“Not really. I’m going out with Celia and some of her friends tomorrow night, which should be different. Other than that, just working and waiting for you to come home.” The second she said it, she felt embarrassed. She made it sound like Ryan’s home was here with her, not in Pittsburgh. It was going to be a sad reality check when he had to return permanently—when she had to decide whether to go with him or stay with her mother.

“I can’t wait to get back there either. Two more days here and we can pick up where we left off.”

“I like the sound of that.” Ana smiled warmly.

“How’s your mom doing?”

“I think she misses you. You got her spoiled, and me too. I never realized how much work you did around here until you were gone.” Both Molly and Ana had been working from sunup until sundown since Ryan left. Prior to that, Ana could often finish her chores shortly after midday.

“I’m sure you ladies are handling it just fine.”

“We get by.”

There was silence between them for a moment. Ana stared behind Ryan at the room he was in, wondering if it was a hotel or his house. The walls were a soft gray color, and there were no paintings to be seen.

“I really do miss you. I hope you believe that,” he said softly.

“I miss you too. You’re all I’ve been able to think about since you’ve been gone.” Ana brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, a bit embarrassed by her admission.

“You know what else I’ve been thinking about?” The corner of his mouth quirked into a smirk.

“What?”

“The barn.”

Her cheeks brightened. How could she ever forget what they had done in the barn?

“I’ve been pleasuring myself to thoughts of it.” His arm shifted, and she could tell where his hand had landed, which only made her blush more.

“Is that so?”

“Mm-hmm. I know I’m not there with you now, but there are other things we can do to be intimate. That is, if you’re up for it.” Ryan’s eyes were smoldering darkness, and Ana couldn’t help but feel her body heat up.

“I’m game.” Whatever it took to make her feel closer to him until he returned.

“Stand up for me and show me what you’re wearing.”

Reluctantly, Ana pulled herself away from the computer before standing and turning around. The pink-and-white striped pajamas she was wearing were far from sexy. Then again, she hadn’t anticipated Ryan would want to Skype.

“What about you? What are you wearing?” she asked, leaning down to look into the camera.

The wicked grin on his face broadened. “This isn’t about me, Ana. This is about you. You’re going to do everything I tell you to do. Exactly when I tell you to do it. Do you understand?”

The dominance in Ryan’s voice thrilled Ana. This was a side of him that she hadn’t seen before.

He leaned back in his chair, stroking himself. Whether he was naked, she couldn’t tell, but she liked to imagine he was.

Ana nodded obediently, feeling a ball of nerves well up in the pit of her stomach. This wasn’t like anything she had ever done before, but when it came to Ryan, she was willing to try new things.

“Had I known, I would have dressed better.”

“You’re beautiful. Besides, it doesn’t matter what you’re wearing—you’re just going to be taking it off.”

Ana gulped. It was strange how Ryan could be over fifteen hundred miles away and still make her feel so hot and needy. More than anything, she wanted to please him.

“You’re not wearing a bra under that, are you?”

Did he even have to ask? What woman wore a bra to bed?

Ana shook her head.

“I want you to touch your breasts. I want you to imagine my hands on you, rubbing you until your nipples are taut peaks. I want you to imagine me pinching and squeezing them, cupping the fullness of your breasts through your shirt. And I want you to imagine my lips on yours, kissing you until you’re breathless. My touch erasing everything else from your mind but desire.”

Her breath hitched, and her cheeks grew warm as her hands made their way up to cup her breasts. As she stared at Ryan, she could imagine his lips pressing against hers, picture herself in his arms. While his hands were much larger than hers, it still felt good to touch herself. Knowing that he wanted it, that he was channeling himself through her, turned Ana on. Perhaps it was because the connection between them was so strong. Even though he was far away, it felt like he was right in the room with her. Her core heated up and throbbed as she took her tender nipples between her fingertips and rolled them until they were pressing hard against her pajama top. Again, she cursed herself for not wearing sexy lingerie, but she knew he could tell how hungry her body was for him, even with the frumpy garment.

“Just like that, Ana. You’re so sexy. My dick is already hard for you.”

“Let me see. Please,” she begged, her mouth watering at the very thought of seeing his glorious manhood standing at attention for her.

Ryan stood up. The tent in his boxers was more than apparent, and he rubbed himself over the material leisurely, denying her the pleasure of seeing his naked flesh. After a moment, he sat back down.

“Take off your top. But don’t pull it over your head. I want you to unbutton it slowly, revealing each inch of delicious skin to me, one button at a time.” Ryan licked his lips, and it about sent Ana overboard, thinking of kissing him. How she missed his taste, yearned to have him there with her.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the top button, popping it open and pulling the material apart just enough to show some skin. Ryan quickly caught on to her game, but he didn’t stop her. A soft hiss escaped his lips as his hand picked up the pace, rubbing himself harder over the fabric.

“I could come just looking at your breasts,” he told her, although she hadn’t even exposed them to him yet. “Now, let the top slip over your shoulders, all slow and sexy.”

She obeyed, feeling the cool air of the room make her nipples perk even more.

“I’d kill to kiss and suck on your breasts right now. My mouth is watering for them.” He parted his lips as if to further show her his desire, his eyelids growing heavy with want. It was quite clear to Ana that he was suffering with the need to touch her just as badly as she was to touch him.

Impatience welled up inside of her. She wanted to wait for his next command, but she was way too aroused. Instead, she took matters into her own hands, cupping her bare breasts and pushing them together, squeezing them and tilting her head back as she moaned for the camera. What had this man done to her? Ana had never felt more sexual in her entire life, more pent up. If she could have reached through the monitor and pulled him to her, she would have forced him down onto the bed and crawled on top of him, taking him inside of her and riding him like her life depended on it.

“Yes. Just like that.” Ryan’s hand moved to draw his sex out, and Ana could only smile in triumph. They were both already nearing that special moment together. She loved that he couldn’t refrain from touching himself a second longer, tried to imagine it was her hand giving him pleasure, grasping him and moving up and down his velvety skin.

“Ryan. You’re so bad. I can hardly control myself.” She half whimpered his name, allowing memories of their lovemaking to drive her to the heights of ecstasy as she squeezed and tugged on her own nipples, the heat between her thighs firing off tiny bursts in preparation for the grand finale.

“I want to be inside of you so badly. Wish I was there to touch your breasts, to feel the wetness between your legs, to know that you’re coming from my touch—my body.”

“Don’t talk like that. You’re going to make me come,” she warned.

“Not yet. Not until I say so.” His hand stopped moving, drawing her attention back to the screen. “Take your pants off. Slide them slowly over your hips.”

Ana’s need receded as her hands left her breasts, and she was thankful for a moment to catch her breath and find her restraint as she slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and pulled them down before shimmying out of them. The plain white underwear she was wearing left much to be desired, but she was pretty sure Ryan didn’t care. After all of his compliments, he had her convinced he found her sexy in just about anything. And the lustful look in his eyes only confirmed that.

“Touch yourself through your panties. I want you to tease your fingertip across your folds, pretending it’s my hand pleasing you.”

Ana spread her legs ever so slightly and ran her hands down over her ribs and stomach for extra visual stimulation before she slid a hand between her legs, touching the soft fabric there. Ryan moaned in appreciation. The look in his eyes made Ana lose her inhibitions. She writhed against her own hand, teasing herself and feeling the need for Ryan’s thick fingers to push inside of her, filling her up.

“I’ve never seen anything as sexy in my entire life,” he told her, and she believed him.

“I need to come. I need your fingers inside of me. Ryan, please. Please let me touch myself,” she begged, knowing full well that she was driving him insane.

“Lie on the bed, on your back, with your bottom toward me, and take off your panties. Very slowly. I want to see how wet you are for me.”

Ana was happy to acquiesce. The heat between her legs was almost scorching, and she was definitely wet for him. It was starting to seep into the thin material of her panties. She needed to take them off, to feel the cool air on her body.

It felt different lying on her back, not being able to see Ryan anymore without straining her neck, but she could still imagine he was there. The soft sound of his breathing made him feel not so far away, and she was quickly able to find that space inside her mind where they were together and he was watching her so intently. Very slowly, she pulled her panties down over her hips, then bowed her legs, so he could see everything.

“Good God, Ana. I’m about to lose it.”

When she looked up at the screen, his eyes were closed. He hadn’t been kidding. A satisfied grin crossed her lips.

“Mmm. Now imagine yourself inside of me,” she teased.

“Not yet. I still need to see you come.”

She blushed. There was no way she would deny him. She couldn’t. Her body was far too sensitive. It wouldn’t take much more touching to send her sailing over the edge of oblivion. She just needed his direction.

“Touch yourself. Not between the legs. I want your hands to rove all over your body, as mine would if I were there. Tease yourself to the point that it wouldn’t take much at all to draw out your orgasm. I want your body so hot that as soon as you slip your fingers inside yourself and pretend it’s my cock, you’ll come right away.”

“I’m almost there already,” she breathed, closing her eyes and running her fingertips ever so lightly over her curves. Too much stimulation, and she would be done for. She needed to savor this moment, because it was all that she’d get with Ryan for who knew how long.

“If I were there, I doubt I could hold out this long. You’re so beautiful. I’ve never wanted to be inside a woman more than I want you right now.”

“I want you inside of me. I can hardly handle it. Oh, Ryan,” she moaned, teetering dangerously close. Apparently, he wasn’t far behind. Ana could hear the crude sound of his hand working feverishly over his manhood, and soft grunts and groans coming from his throat as he followed her into the void of pleasure.

“Ana. I’m inside you now. Touch yourself and come for me.”

Her fingers found the heat between her legs and barely grazed over it before she exploded into an earth-shattering orgasm. Everything in Ana contracted as her back arched off the bed, and her toes clutched at the comforter below. The air left her lungs in a whoosh of release, rendering her stunned.

Ryan cursed, and Ana lifted her head to look at the screen just in time to see pleasure overwhelm him. The sight of him having an orgasm brought her right up the summit again, and when she plunged her fingers inside herself, imaging that it was him, she joined him in his fall, panting.

“Holy crap, I came again,” she whispered, riding out the wave as she kept her eyes fixed on the screen, on the satiated expression on his face and the way his hand was moving over his sex, coaxing out the last of his seed.

“That was amazing,” he said when he was finally able to catch his breath.

Ana grinned, squeezing her thighs together and crawling up on the bed so that she was facing the camera. She kicked her legs back and forth, letting the last bits of excitement leave her body.

“Did you enjoy it?” he asked.

“Did it look like I didn’t?” she replied with a shy grin.

“This is part of why I love you. You’re so amazing on so many levels.” The way he was looking at Ana now made her heart feel warm, even though her naked body was beginning to get chilled from the air conditioner blowing down on her.

“I’d do anything if it meant feeling closer to you,” she confessed.