Page 78 of Loving Josy
The sight of his boxers makes me freeze. Bright yellow fabric with a single, flaming hot Cheeto plastered prominently on the front.
I try, I really try to keep it together. But the laughter bubbling up inside me is impossible to contain.
Noah notices immediately and grins, his cocky smirk lighting up his face. “What’s so funny?”
“I’m sorry,” I manage between giggles, waving a hand toward his boxers. “Is this...is this what Esteban convinced you to buy?”
“Not just convinced,” he says with a mock-serious expression. “He said they’d be ‘iconic.’” Then he smirks, stepping closer. “So, I was thinking…”
I tilt my head, waiting for him to finish.
“Do you want a piece of my flaming hot Cheeto?” he asks with a straight face, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
I lose it. My laughter echoes off the bathroom walls as tears stream down my face. Noah joins in, his deep, warm chuckle filling the space around us.
When we finally catch our breath, Noah isn’t done. He grabs his phone and scrolls through it for a moment before pressing play. A familiar reggaeton beat fills the room, and I instantly recognize the song.
“Is that Bad Bunny?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“Yup,” Noah says, grinning as he starts dancing.
“Noah,” I groan, already laughing as he begins to wiggle his hips to the rhythm. “Why this song?”
“Esteban’s suggestion,” he says between moves. “He swore it would ‘set the mood.’”
“And you actually listened to him?” I ask, trying to stifle my laughter.
“Of course.” He’s twirling dramatically. “You know Esteban’s advice is solid gold. Just like these boxers.”
He wiggles his hips, shimmies his shoulders, and even does a little twirl, all while the bright yellow boxers with the absurd flaming hot Cheeto bounce along to the rhythm.
I clutch the side of the tub, laughing so hard my stomach aches. “Noah, stop!” I manage between fits of laughter.
He grins wider, turning to shake his butt dramatically in my direction. “You sure? You don’t want an encore?”
“No!” I gasp, trying to compose myself, though my cheeks hurt from smiling so much.
Noah finally stops, catching his breath as he crouches beside the tub, his face still lit with amusement. “Mission accomplished. You’re smiling.”
I reach out to cup his cheek, my laughter subsiding into a soft, happy hum. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”
“Only for you,” he says, leaning in to kiss me.
And just like that, the laughter melts away into something quieter, something deeper.
Noah takes off his iconic boxers, grinning as he steps into the tub behind me. I lean back against him, my body molding to his as the warmth of the water and his presence envelops me. The steady beat of his heart against my back soothes me, grounding me in this moment.
His hands find my sides, kneading gently, and I can’t help but sigh at the soothing pressure. He leans down, his lips brushing the sensitive spot on my neck he knows so well. The soft, deliberate press of his mouth sends shivers cascading through me, and I tilt my head to give him better access.
“Relax,” he whispers, his voice a low hum against my skin.
I sigh again, letting my eyes drift shut as his hands move with purpose, sliding from my sides to my stomach. His touch is firm yet tender, each movement unhurried and deliberate, as if he has all the time in the world to explore every inch of me.
When his hand cup my breast, I let out a soft moan. They’ve been so sensitive lately, and his touch feels like both a relief and a tease. He caresses me slowly, his thumbs brushing over the peaks in a way that makes my breath hitch.
“Noah,” I whisper, my voice heavy with need. “I need more.”
His lips move to the other side of my neck, trailing soft kisses there that make my whole body tingle. “I’ll give you more, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice like a promise.
