Breaking Away [Smoky Mountain Motorcycles] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Grae McTavish

conversation. And she so wanted to crawl onto that bike.
    He was watching her, letting her work it out for herself. He seemed larger than life standing next to the massive machine. He’d nonchalantly shrugged into the long leather duster as if it didn’t make his already-large frame even more intimidating. His long auburn hair was tied back and held out of his face by a bandana. Dark sunglasses obscured his eyes, and protected them from the late afternoon sun.
    She felt mismatched from him, though she’d tried to dress appropriately. Her skinny jeans felt too new, but she’d paired them up with a plain black T-shirt and black wool peacoat. Her boots, though, were perfect. She’d bought them from a consignment shop Danny had dragged her to a few months before. The moment she’d seen them she’d fallen in love. When she’d hesitated, Danny had insisted. They were thick, supple red leather, came up to just above her knees, and had four-inch spiked heels. She might not be a true biker babe, but she’d pass. And his eyes told her he really liked the boots. She’d have to wear them again sometime, just them, she thought wickedly.
    She turned her attention back to the bike. There was one other issue she needed to address. “Um, are you sure I’m not too big? I know I’m not a little girl, and I wasn’t sure if that mattered, for balance or something.”
    He tilted his head to one side for a second. Sliding his sunglasses back onto the top of his head, he studied her. He made a low grumbling sound before he strolled over to stand directly in front of her. “That’s the second time you’ve said that. I want to know why you think you’re so big.”
    “Well, look at me. I feel like an Amazon around most women.” It was the reason she’d hesitated to buy the boots. She was already five foot ten. When you added four more inches to that, yikes!
    “Willa, look at me.” His voice was hard, and she realized it was an order. She had to crane her neck back because he was so tall. Maybe the extra four inches wasn’t so bad. She gulped a little at his intense stare. His eyes held hers, as he continued. “Do I look like most men to you?”
    “Well, of course not, but…”
    “No buts. You are not too tall. You are not too big. You are perfect for me, and that’s what matters. I like the fact that I can be myself with you and not feel like I’m going to break you. Some men may like tiny women, but not me. I want a real woman.” He threaded the fingers of one hand through her hair and hauled her to him. His other hand found the curve of her bottom. “And if I ever hear you talk like that about yourself again, I will put you over my knee and show you just how little you are compared to me.” He emphasized his point by firmly squeezing the cheek he was holding. Then his kissed her soundly.
    Willa was panting and breathless when he finally drew back. She figured she should probably be shocked, pissed, or both at his high-handed behavior, but instead, she felt like she was melting. She knew she was falling for him hard, and he’d just pulled her in a little deeper. She wasn’t sure about the idea of the promised spanking. Part of her wanted to protest that she was an adult and didn’t need to be corrected, but another part found the idea of being over his knee thrilling. She was pretty sure that made her a twisted pervert, oh how she loved it. She felt the smile spread across her face and wanted to moan when he returned it with a wicked grin. Somehow she knew he had read her mind.
    “I’m serious, little girl, don’t push me just to see if I’ll do it. You won’t be happy at the results. That glorious round ass of yours would turn a pretty shade of pink, so don’t tempt me.” He stepped back, as if he was, even now, struggling to resist the temptation. “Now quit baiting me. I wanted to take you out. You keep looking at me like that, and I’m going to end up backing you against the barn wall. You’re too sore