scrap - on his knees

He looked into her eyes, waiting for them to light up. They did, but she did not smile. He slowly lifted her shift up passed her thighs, and kissed her knees. “Please,” Henry said, parting her legs and kissing the skin inside. “Forgive me.”
“We’ll see,” she said, smiling for the first time that night (…) She closed her eyes and savored the warmth of her husband’s lips on her thighs. Her nerves began, an excitement that never seemed to go away, no matter how often they lay together.