He reached for her then.Not roughly. Not with the desperation of the kiss in the corridor. But with a slowness that was somehow worse a deliberate, measured patience that made Roxanne's breath grow shallow.His fingers found the first pin in her hair, and he pulled it free with care, watching a strand of dark hair fall across her shoulder. Then another. And another. Each pin removed with the precision of a man unwrapping something he had waited far too long to touch, and with every lock of hair that tumbled free, Roxanne felt herself becoming more exposed, more vulnerable, more his.The last pin came loose and her hair cascaded down her back in a dark wave.Killian's fingers slid into it. He fisted a handful at the base of her skull not pulling, not yet just holding, the way one might hold the reins of a horse that had not yet decided whether to run. His other hand moved to the side of her face, his thumb tracing the line of her cheekbone, and when he spoke again, his voice had dropp
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