I’d been dreaming about her again. We’d been somewhere hot, Italy, maybe, with the sun streaming through gauzy curtains that flapped in the breeze. Erin was in a sundress made of thin, cream cotton and the sun was shining right through that, too, silhouetting the jutting softness of her breasts and the slender grace of her legs. I grabbed her and pulled her back against me, kissing her neck as my cock hardened against her ass.

Dawn light, bright through my eyelids, brought me grudgingly back to consciousness. I grumbled, woke, and—

The dream was real!

I was pressed against Erin’s back, my arms around her. My lips were brushing the back of her neck and I could feel that golden braid lying across my cheek. My half-awake brain struggled to make sense of it. Were we in Italy after all? Had we just had sex?

Then a gust of freezing air blew against my face and it all came back to me: we were in Siberia, separated from the others, on the run…and the woman I was crazy about was off limits. It felt like Colton had just sucker-punched me in the chest.

And now I had a new problem. I knew I couldn’t have her, but my cock didn’t. It was still rock hard against Erin’s perfect, heart-shaped ass. And it wouldn’t listen to my grumpy orders to stand down.

Erin stirred in her sleep: the dawn was close to waking her, too. Her ass stroked against my cock and that made things even worse. Any second, she was going to wake up and feel what was pressed against her.

I opened my eyes. The fire had burned down to embers but it was still putting out enough warmth to make things comfortable. With tiny movements, I eased myself away from Erin but, just as I managed it, I looked down at her sleeping face. And suddenly, all the feelings rose up inside me, overwhelming.

She had her glasses gripped protectively in one hand. She wore them so much that she looked naked without them…naked and just a little less innocent, the balance tipped from adorable to hot as fuck. She was frowning slightly, as if she was working on a difficult problem, her lower lip pouting. I lay there propped up on one arm, staring down at that lower lip, at the way it trembled when she exhaled. I could imagine how silkily soft it would feel against mine, how her lips would part as I kissed her….

She opened her eyes and I quickly pulled away, turning so she couldn’t see the bulge in my pants. “‘Morning,” I said with forced lightness.